1. Your words are more graceful than the breeze
Among the gardens as it whispers

2. And more sweet to refined taste
Than what the roots have extracted in their moisture

3. For you are the master of literature
Its laws have become clear to you from start to end

4. So march on, servant of its Creator, in building it
And guard, servant of its Creator, in protecting it

5. The gardens of glory never ceased to guide
To your happiness whatever aroma arises from its branches