1. A breeze blew, bearing the dew,
Making the garden's array dissolve.

2. As it breathed through the basil,
Wandering between gardens, set free.

3. Amber and pearls and rubies
In it, bitter, sweet and tart.

4. The branches in it leaning
So all are object and subject.

5. The narcissus, its tender eye languid
With the yellow of saffron, drunk.

6. And the violet's form appeared
In cool Yemeni brocade and chilled syrup.

7. And in the palm's loose clasp, arranged
Of every pleasing color, carefully wrought.

8. The birds above the branches crying out
As if they were sculpted flames.

9. And the plants from it on the ground strewn
Of every blossoming flower, tablecloths.

10. And the Roman dawn attacked
A black night, the sword unsheathed,

11. On the sword's blade, redness witnessed:
"O friend, the black man is killed."

12. It overtook him riding east at dawn,
A glance for him, mischief and impudence.

13. So the sword enabled his separation
He's a slain man, not mourned, set free.

14. So bring the brimming cup of wine,
As if it, in the darkness, were a lantern,

15. Its bubbles, if worries come knocking,
A bird flew around in it, nightingales.

16. Shooting straight at the heart of worries,
Stones, whose origin is infertile land.

17. So they fell dead from the wine, and
Were likened to chaff, and it is food.

18. The happiness that drank it departed,
So sorrow turned and withdrew, isolated.