Elevation bestows the sky's nearness to my abode; I am the mountain's cloud, my skirt sprinkles roses.

Now the wilderness, now the rose garden is my abode, city and wilderness are mine, ocean is mine, forest is mine.

If I want to return to some valley for the night; the mountain's verdure is my carpet of velvet.

Nature has taught me to be a pearl spreader’ to chant the camel song for the camel of the Beloved of Mercy.

To be the comforter of the dispirited farmer's heart; to be the elegance of the assembly of the garden's trees.

I spread out over the face of the earth like the locks; I get arranged and adorned by the breeze's.

I tantalize the expecting eye from a distance as I pass silently over some habitation.

As I approach strolling towards a brook's bank; I endow the brook with ear rings of whirlpools.

I am the hope of the freshly grown field's verdure; I am the ocean's offspring, I am nourished by the sun.

I gave ocean's tumult to the mountain spring; I charmed the birds into thrilling chants.

I pronounced ‘Rise’* standing by the verdure's head; I conferred the taste for smile to the rose-bud. * This is an allusion to the miracle of Ibn-e-Maryam (A.S.) in which, he used to raise the dead to life by pronouncing ‘Qum bi Idhnillah’ (Rise with the permission of God) Just as he used to raise the dead to life with the permission of God so does the rain from cloud raise the apparently dead vegetation to life with the permission of God: The Holy Qur’an 78:14-16.

By my benevolence farmers' huts on the mountain side are converted into bed chambers of the opulent.