1. I fly, though prices have risen,
My back aflame, my chest radiating light.

2. Were there one like me among creatures, it would be a gazelle,
Seeking to increase its beauty through bravery.

3. I took it, though now I regret, O people of birds,
It is not my habit to bargain prices.

4. Until a houris-like bird perched in my gathering
And many gathered around me.

5. I held it in my palm though it was very weak,
It became for me like a sanctuary the next day.

6. Now I have become, in what the soul desires,
One who leaves stable ground and soars high.

7. And its early warbling, at the highest rank,
Who can guarantee life, even for a moment?