First, the moon gets filtered by;
Then black clouds take over the sky.
Never will forget that, I;
What beauty prevails in thy.
Like the lightning clap in clouds;
That shadow when upon the moon bowed.
You announcing it out loud;
What beauty you have been bestowed
The cover of those lovely flowers;
That made this garden a glower;
Those beautiful valleys and mounts;
Such beauties in you, I can count.
No doubt as to who made you;
And those droplets of tender dew.
Allah is the one, the Almighty;
He is the Lord, your creator, the Mighty.