So that Revelation may be poured ¹ through her manners

And the spring of Dhul-Qarnayn is flowing

Washing the soul of ² its blemishes

And the wine of Faith is pressed

Circulated among the people in its goblets

Or name it—and mean by it—a vine

That transcends toward God with its grapes

Its root drinks deep from the fragrance of piety

Thus reviving the spirit with its scents

In the sunrise of inspiration is its transcendence

Beyond any likeness to its peers

What guidance has not appeared within its mantle?

Even the forenoon is wrapped in its cloak

From here it shines with its firebrands

And from here it flows with its sweet waters

Enchanting the intellect with its inimitability

And intoxicating the heart with its rapture