The flowers of sublime love
Blooms in an exquisite garden,
Revealing the beauty of feelings
And an agitated soul's essence...
In flight of proud eagle
Above the abyss of adversities
Mountain gorges and heights,
We recognize its wingspan...
The purest brilliant is very hard,
It shines like the multitudes of lights,
The flame of fiery candles
Although it is cold as the ice...
By cultivating the secret garden
The soul goes through the hell...