As I looked at the bright sun in the morning I asked the assemblage of Existence' habitation:

‘You owe your light to the reflection of the sun; the water of your rivers looks like flowing silver.

The sun has adorned your face with light's jewelry; this very candle has illuminated your assemblage.

Your roses and rose gardens are pictures of Paradise; all these are the commentaries of Surah ‘Wa al-Shams’* * This is an early Makkan Surah. It shows the beauties of Nature and brings home to Man the need for realizing his spiritual responsibilities. It ends with a stern warning to those who do not heed the teachings of the Holy Qur’an about the Hereafter.)

The dress of your flowers is red, of your trees is green; they exist in your garden like green and red fairies.

The frill of your tent becomes golden as the red clouds appear over the horizon.

How pleasing to the eye is the red colour of the evening's twilight as if you have poured rose-coloured wine in the evening's jar.

Your rank is elegant, your grandeur is high; everything yours is concealed in the light's veil.

The morning head to foot is a song of your majesty; not even a trace of darkness is there under the sun.

In this habitation of light is my abode also; why then is the star of my destiny burnt down?

I am far from light and imprisoned in darkness. Why am I so unfortunate, unlucky and sinning’?

As I was saying this a voice from somewhere came; from the sky's roof or the earth's expanse it came.

‘My existence is dependent on your light. Your personality is the gardener of Universe' garden.

You are the assemblage of beauty, your picture I am. You are the Scripture of Love, your commentary I am.

You have put my disordered affairs in order. You have shouldered the burden which I could not bear.* * This is an allusion to the Holy Qur'an 59:21, according to which, in his capacity of being the custodian of the Holy Qur'an, Man has exhibited higher strength and fortitude than the mountains which are proverbial for their height, strength and firmness.)

My existence depends upon the light of the sun and your splendor is not indebted to the sun.

Without the sun my rose garden would be desolate; instead of happiness prison would be my name.

Ah! The one who does not understand the open secret! The one prone to be entangled in the desires' net.

Alas insensible! Confined to the material is your eye; Naz behooved you, but prone to Niyaz is your eye.

If aware of your reality you would be; neither unlucky nor sinning you would be.