O you, in whose sorrow, with burning and 'O Lord'

The sky has wept all night

If the sky weeps and laughs

That attraction is mostly of the earth

From so much that tears poured on the earth

The earth became perfumed from his tears

From the crying of the sky came

A hundred gardens with laughing creeds

I and the sky were weeping last night

His and my creed is one

From the crying of the sky, what grows?

Flowers and moist violets

And from the crying of lovers, what grows?

A hundred loves within that sugar-lipped one

That eye presses with crying

So that the beloved's double chin is pressed

This crying of the cloud and laughing of the earth

Became a vehicle for you and me

And this crying of ours and laughing of ours

Became arranged for the sake of result

Be silent and observe

In the pursuit of the world and the desired