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.