1. Let loose the steeds of the moment in the valley,
The bright stars have flickered over it and diffused their scent.

2. And look upon the garden in its raiment,
Divested of it by the sun of this morn.

3. Its branches flourished with the light,
And the nightingale trilled over it and cried out.

4. Comfort has come and sorrow has fled,
Misfortune has departed and success arrived.

5. So drink the potion of joys in its shade,
For there is no sin in its cups.