Here, in the presence of roses we showered,

Shared the tree of age,

Had the yearning of water,

And the longings of deserts

Every spring was telling a story,

Evading that hidden lively something in the heart

Oh, the confession of the confused

The speech of the wide eyes

The carnations of time do not profess

Whichever sword you have in the sheath, just come

I have nothing but God’s water

To irrigate the wakeful birds and deer

A branch from the vineyards of love leaned in fascination

And dropped a fruit dripping with wine

That the jugs of the drunk had never tasted

So, come here, morning star

Come to create a purified melody,

Expand the night,

And from all the night stars, we disappear in love.