fragrant smell

A fragrant morning, fragrant, goes out for perfumes

And with blessings it opens and with blessings it overflows

And with breezes it prostrates to goodness, agreeing

And in it salt is hoped for, and fatigue does not shelter it

And in it goodness is erected, and in goodness it relies

And with goodness it is praised if the paths are widened for it

On man there is a term in which goodness flows

And with goodness it is revealed, and with goodness it clings

And if joy makes us happy, we come to it, racing

And with it sadness escapes us, so that the eye may see our goodness

If the morning is blessed, the twilight approaches its face

If goodness is humiliated, the opening is not closed

If the morning is cheerful, the light and dawn approach it

And this morning passes, and worry has overcome it.

This morning is proposed, and beauty has come to it, burning.