Did I not tell you yesterday, O unparalleled, beautiful-faced one?

O stature of the moon, from envy of you, how the sky has become bent double!

Today you have become a hundred times more; you were a chamberlain, you have become a sultan;

You have become both the Joseph of Canaan and the glory of the light of Mustafa (Muhammad).

Tonight I will praise you, O fairy; tomorrow I will refrain from speaking;

Tomorrow, earth and heaven will be exhausted in describing you.

Tonight I consider you a treasure; I am your slave and servant;

Tomorrow the kingdom will become senseless, and even the Throne will rend its garment.

Suddenly, a violent wind will arise; neither roof nor door will remain;

How can a gnat fly with these wings when it does not have the feet of an elephant?

Again, from the midst of the storm, that beauty and splendor will shine forth;

Every particle will become laughing in the glory of that sun of the morning.

The particles will learn from that sun of beautiful countenance;

A hundredfold captivating particles, which it did not have from the beginning.