The dawn’s star was weeping and saying this: ‘I got the eye but not the leisure for Sight.

Everything has come to life through the sun’s energy; only I did not get protection under the morning’s skirt.

After all what is the capacity of the dawn’s star: It is like bubble’s breath, like the spark’s brightness’.

I said ‘O beautiful jewel of the dawn’s forehead; do you have fear of death? Come down from the sky.

Drop down from the sky’s height with the dew; my poetry’s field will be invigorating to you.

I am the gardener, Love is its bloom; its foundation is firm like eternity.