As the eyes of wisdom gaze upon the cosmic expanse, the azure vault of heaven stands revealed—a celestial dome not wrought of water, dust, wind, or smoke, but fashioned as though from glowing red ruby. It shines adorned with countless stellar lamps, like a verdant garden festooned in radiant glory for the festival of Nowruz. Within this celestial sphere glides a heart-delighting jewel of fire, from whose boundless luminescence daylight itself is born. Rising from the eastern horizon, it journeys steadily toward the west; no path in all creation possesses greater rectitude or unwavering order than this divine solar voyage.
#1
زِ یاقوتِ سُرخ اَست چَرخِ کَبود
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نه از آب و گَرد و نَه از باد و دود
“The azure sphere is wrought of glowing red ruby, unbuilt of water, dust, wind, or smoke.”
#2
به چَندین فُروغ و به چَندین چِراغ
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بیاراسته چون به نوروز باغ
“Adorned with so many splendors and radiant lamps, like a garden festooned for the festival of Nowruz.”
#3
رَوان اَندر او گوهَرِ دل‌فُروز
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کَز او روشنایی گرفته است روز
“Within it glides a heart-delighting jewel, from whose brilliance the day receives its light.”
#4
زِ خاوَر بَر آیَد سویِ باختَر
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نباشَد اَز این یِک رَوِش راست‌تَر
“It ascends from the East and travels toward the West; no path in all creation is more true or steadfast.”
#5
اَیا آن که تو آفتابی هَمی
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چه بودَت که بَر مَن نَتابی هَمی
“O thou who art the sun itself! What has come over thee that thou shinest not upon me?”