At dawn, when the morning breeze takes on the scent of life's grace,

The meadow, from the kindness of the air, derives a hint of paradise.

The air, from the fragrance of the flower, sets up a canopy in the meadow,

The horizon, from the reflection of twilight, takes on the color of a rose garden.

The sound of the harp so proclaims the morning,

That the elder of the monastery takes the path to the Magians (wine sellers).

The darkness of night that makes the blackness of musk in the cup,

In it takes the spark of the morning lamp.

When the king of the sky draws his golden shield across his face,

He seizes the world with the sword of morning and the pillar of the horizon.

Despite the dark old man (night), the golden-winged falcon (sun)

Takes its nest in this azure vault.

Go to the gathering place of the meadow, for it is a delightful spectacle,

When the tulip takes the cup of wild rose and Judas-tree.

When the horseman of the sky looks into the cup of morning,

How it is filled with the rays of the eastern sun.

The sun's orbit draws itself into the clear water,

So that it takes on the hilt of a gold-scattering sword.

Look at the morning breeze, which constantly, like a libertine gazing at a beloved,

Sometimes takes the lip of the flower, and sometimes the tresses of the cypress.

From the union of matter and the diversity of forms,

Wisdom, from each new flower, takes the image of a hundred beauties.

I am wondering whose breath this blessed breath is,

That takes place at dawn in this dark world.

What is this state that the flower shows its face at dawn?

What fire is it that catches in the morning bird?

What radiance is it that gives light to the morning lamp?

What flame is it that catches in the candle of the sky?

Why, with a hundred sorrows and regrets, does the circular sky

Hold me like the point of a compass in its center?

I will not reveal the secret of my heart to anyone; that is better for me,

For time is jealous and seizes suddenly.

Whoever becomes occupied with revealing secrets, like a candle,

Time will seize his tongue like scissors.

Where is my moon-faced cupbearer, who, out of love,

Takes the heavy cup like his own intoxicated eyes?

He brought a message from the beloved, and after it, a cup (of wine),

To celebrate the face of that kind beloved.

When the musician raises the melody of our gathering,

Sometimes he plays the Iraqi mode, sometimes the Isfahan mode.

An angel, in truth, the messenger of the unseen world,

Whose garden of generosity derives a hint from paradise.

A (second) Alexander, whose resident, like Khidr,

Receives eternal life from the grace of his doorstep.

The beauty of the face of Islam, Sheikh Abu Ishaq,

That the realm at his feet takes the beauty of a garden.

When he ascends to sovereignty over the heavens,

His first step takes the place of the two stars of Farqadan (Ursa Minor).

The light of Mahmud's eye, he who makes the enemy

From the flash of his sword, fire takes hold of their homes.

The wave of blood reaches the height of the moon when he draws his sword,

He carries the attack to the sphere of the heavens when he takes up his bow.

The bride of the East, out of shame from his radiant opinion,

Would remain in her place even if she took the path of Qayrawan.

O great dignity, that whoever is your servant,

Receives the double honor of your belt.

A thousand congratulations reach you from the sphere of Mercury,

When your thought takes on the quality of the command 'Be, and it is'.

Constantly it seeks to taunt your envious and enemy,

For that, Simak Ramah (Arcturus) wields a spear day and night.

When the sky, in its splendor, looks upon your steed,

Its lowest station takes the height of the Milky Way.

The hardship you endured will give you felicity,

That Jupiter takes the order of its work from it.

The purpose of time in testing you is this,

That it takes a sign from the purity of your asceticism.

Otherwise, the foundation of your honor is higher than that,

That time takes the word of testing upon it.

The taste of his soul becomes safe from the bitterness of sorrow,

Whoever takes the sugar of your gratitude in his mouth.

He benefits from life who, in all qualities,

First considers, then takes that path.

When he sees no place for war, he reaches for the cup (of wine),

When it is time for work, he takes the life-taking sword.

By the grace of the unseen, in hardship, do not turn your face from hope,

For the precious marrow takes its place within the bone.

Gratitude found perfect sweetness after asceticism,

First, it takes its place in the narrow fold of that place.

In that place where the flood of events from left and right,

Arrives in such a way that safety is taken from between the shores.

What sorrow was there for the steadfast mountain in any case,

That such waves of the heavy sea take it?

Although your enemy goes about impudently at present,

You be happy that his impudence will take such (a turn).

For whatever fortune has done in the right of this family,

Its recompense will take (effect) in wife, children, home, and possessions.

May the time of your life be enduring, for this blessing

Is a gift that takes (effect) in the work of mankind and spirits.