One day the dew in the garden was saying to the flower bud: ‘I lived for a long time among the flower buds of Paradise.

The condition of your garden is so elegant; the Paradise’s sight is concealed in my bewildered eye.

I have heard that some princess is the ruler of this garden with whose foot-prints the wilderness would produce flowers.

Some day take me with you up to her palace; take me concealed in your skirt like fragrance.’

The flower bud said: ‘On the throne is that princess of ours by whose kick even stones become resplendent jewels.

But your nature is bright and princess’ rank is elegant. It is not possible that you reach her in company with me.

However you can reach up to our princess by becoming the hot tear of some afflicted person.

Her glance is the message of ‘Eid to the Muharram’s people; turns the continuous tears of afflicted people into pearls.