1. A house stood on the mountain peaks which burst open
In it were seas of virtues and nobilities

2. In it is the dew and true generosity not that
Which we used to talk about, the generosity of Hatim

3. And knights who gathered nobilities and the high
And gentleness in the hearts of the noble

4. They were done in by the doubt of death and left
Nothing of them but a memory of the dreamer’s dream