O season of our rains, pour down upon our friends

Like the tears of our sympathizers in the separation from our beloveds

O eye of the cloud, pour down these tears like musk

For you have envies for the moon-faced ones of ours

Look at this cloud weeping, and look at that garden laughing

For from the entreaty and weeping of the father, our patients are healed

When the heavy cloud gave (rain), by God, for our parched lips

God will also give a heavy cup for our light-spirited ones

Upon the humble dust and plain, the sky scattered jewels

From this humbleness, our merrymakers suffer from love

This cloud is like my Jacob, and that flower is like Joseph in the meadow

The faces of the Josephs have blossomed from the tears of our pourers (of tears)

One drop of it becomes a pearl, one drop of it becomes a precious stone

And from wealth and blessing, the palms of our scratchers of palms become full

The garden and national rose garden were blossoming yesterday

Because our intoxicated ones ate (something) on an empty stomach from early morning

Close your lips like a shell, do not come intoxicated before the row

Until our sober ones return to this side from the unseen