1. O ruins of the morning,
The drawing of a matter, all majestic,

2. The command of the Master has appeared,
Every spirit in it has no flaw,

3. And it is the affair of Truth that reveals
An origin completed with deficiency,

4. Every day our Creator said
He is in a matter and not bored,

5. O Greatest of tidings, You are for it
Neither purpose nor hope can possess,

6. Gatherer of all, Singular,
What will come in You and the First,

7. And unto yourselves has come your souls
So listen to it, O hero,

8. And contemplate other than You and who
Is You, all have been nullified,

9. Then indeed the unseen from You remained
What has no revolution over it.