1. A fortress from which you made a river of light flow for people,
When you called the resolved to it, a flock of wild ducks flew.

2. Consider it a star, though without the moons of its like accompanying it,
It would not have descended from the position of the stars.

3. Whoever wore the Indian garment became at ease,
Before his limbs were clad in striped cloth.

4. Its branches send no offshoot from its tresses,
Except it sends the teeth of the comb as a splitter.

5. What is wrong with the birds staying resolutely
Swaying for provision which has folds for them?

6. Did the picking up of its crumbs teach it to break it for love?
Or do you not see it picked up for love of the heart?

7. Its pipes are but ladders for you,
To the highest, and the donations of the piercers are a line.