While setting, the sun threw at the dark-clothed evening tulip flowers which it had collected from horizon’s basin:

The twilight of evening put all ornaments of gold on it, Nature put off its entire set of silver ornaments.

The Lailah of the night in the litter of silence arrived; started shining the beautiful pearls of the evening’s bride.

Those living far from the commotion of the world which Man calls ‘stars’ in his own language.

The sky’s assembly was busy lighting up the sky from the`Arsh-i-Barin the call of an angel came:

‘O sentinels of the night! O stars of the sky! The whole shining nation of yours inhabits the sky.

Start such music as may awaken all those sleeping; the brightness of your forehead is guide for caravans.

The earth’s denizens consider you the destiny’s mirrors; perhaps they will listen to your call.’

Silence departed from this star-spangled expanse, the sky’s expanse was filled with this music.

The Eternal Beauty is produced in the stars’ loveliness as the image of rose is in the looking glass of the dew.

To be afraid of the new ways, to insist on the old ones; this is the only difficult stage in the life of nations.

This caravan of life is so fast moving; many a nation is trampled in whose race.

Thousands of stars are hidden from our eyes, but their existence is also included in our group.

The earth’s denizens did not understand in a whole life: What has come in our comprehension in a short span of life.

All systems are established on mutual attraction; this secret is concealed in the life of the stars.’