I am a bright pearl, scattered from the crown of the goddess Ashtar, so my daughter stole me in the morning to inlay the green earth.
I cry, but the mountains and rivers are happy; I fell, but the flowers and plants held their heads high, straightened their waist and opened their smiles.
Clouds and fields are lovers, and I am the messenger between them: this one is thirsty, I will quench it, and that one is lovesick, I will heal it.
Thunder rumbled like lightning, clearing the way for me; A rainbow hangs in the sky, announcing the end of my trip. The same is true of earthly life: it begins under the iron hoof of domineering material and ends in the embrace of silent death.
I rose from the lake and soared on the wings of ether. As soon as I saw the beautiful garden, I fell down, kissed the lips of the flowers, embraced the green branches and leaves, and made the vegetation more moist and charming. In the silence, I tapped the glass on the window with my slender fingers, so the tapping constituted a kind of music, which lit up those sensitive hearts.
I am a sigh of the sea, a tear in the sky and a smile in the field. What a cool love it is: it is a sigh in the sea of feelings, a tear in the sky of thoughts, and a smile in the field of mind.