1. I remembered you, though names are called by nicknames,
So praise be, O name of domed bread and remembrance,

2. That recalls the cheek’s basin, bread’s hollowed basin,
The sweetest, witnessed by the eye and thought.

3. Nights of breaking the fast, when each night
With the Light of Faith’s kindness was a feast of breaking fast,

4. And his favors upon me, and my thanks upon him,
But when can thanks requite his favors?

5. If he was generous and poetry answered me,
And his poetry was finer than my poetry,

6. And I never forgot the dripping nights of domed bread,
The sweetness, save that it came in torrents,

7. He bestows upon my weakness, so I tremble joyfully,
As the sparrow trembled from the rain’s wetness.