Again, the violet arrived towards the bent-over lily

Again, the ruby-clad rose tears its robe

They arrived again, joyful, from that side of the world, like the wind

Intoxicated, swaying, and happy, our green-clad ones

The standard-bearer cypress went and burned autumn with its heat

And from its head, the sweet-faced tulip revealed its face

The ear of grain said to the jasmine, 'Peace be upon you'

(The jasmine) said, 'And upon you be peace, come to the meadow, O young man!'

Having found recognition, a Sufi in every direction

Clapping hands like the plane tree, dancing like the morning breeze

The bud, like veiled women, has hidden its face

The wind pulls its veil, (saying), 'O noble-faced one, open your face!'

The beloved is in our lane, the water is in our stream

Why is the adornment of the lotus thirsty and yellow?

The ill-tempered yesterday has gone, that joy-killer has been killed

May your life be long, O quick-footed jasmine!

The narcissus in the story winked at the verdure

The verdure understood the speech and said, 'At your command!'

The clove said to the willow, 'I have hope from you'

(The willow) said, 'My bachelor's house is your solitude, the call to prayer!'

The apple said, 'O citron, why are you aggrieved?'

(The citron) said, 'I do not make myself visible for fear of the evil eye.'

The turtle dove came with 'coo coo,' (asking) 'Where is that beloved?'

The sweet-singing nightingale pointed to the rose

Besides the spring of the world, there is a hidden spring

O moon-faced and sweet-mouthed one, give wine, O cupbearer!

O moon rising in the darkness of night

The light of its lamps overcomes the sun of midday

Several words remain, but it is untimely and very late

Whatever was missed at night, I will bring to pass tomorrow