نفس آشفتہ موجی از یم اوست

نفس آشفتہ موجی از یم اوستنے ما نغمۂ ما از دم اوستلب جوی ابد چون سبزہ رستیمرگ ما ریشۂ ما از نم اوست

The heaved breath is a beaker of His sea; He lips our reed, and plays our melody.
We grow as grass by an eternal stream; His dew is in our vein and artery.