ابر کوہسار

Elevation bestows the sky's nearness to my abode; I am the mountain's cloud, my skirt sprinkles roses.

Now the wilderness, now the rose garden is my abode, city and wilderness are mine, ocean is mine, forest is mine.

If I want to return to some valley for the night; the mountain's verdure is my carpet of velvet.

Nature has taught me to be a pearl spreader’ to chant the camel song for the camel of the Beloved of Mercy.

To be the comforter of the dispirited farmer's heart; to be the elegance of the assembly of the garden's trees.

I spread out over the face of the earth like the locks; I get arranged and adorned by the breeze's.

I tantalize the expecting eye from a distance as I pass silently over some habitation.

As I approach strolling towards a brook's bank; I endow the brook with ear rings of whirlpools.

I am the hope of the freshly grown field's verdure; I am the ocean's offspring, I am nourished by the sun.

I gave ocean's tumult to the mountain spring; I charmed the birds into thrilling chants.

I pronounced ‘Rise’* standing by the verdure's head; I conferred the taste for smile to the rose-bud.

By my benevolence farmers' huts on the mountain side are converted into bed chambers of the opulent.