1. These gardens in braids of satin,
And the clouds weeping over them, sullen,

2. The narcissus, a staring tuft,
Gazes at the blushing anemone, bleary-eyed,

3. The meadows burn, the gardens sick
Delirious with fever, gasping for breath,

4. It was forbidden to drink wine, so he who drinks
Cannot savor pleasure unless in secret,

5. Drink from the cheeks’ sweet wine,
In it a bit of me, of my soul,

6. The lovesick reads his cheek’s page
In separation, like one reading Braille,

7. Its wine stained the stream the same color
As the purple blackness in the full goblet,

8. For his cheeks, tartness was created, just as
Generosity’s comfort was created for the open-handed,

9. The one who seeks light, when darkness falls,
Takes illumination from the shining sun,

10. Its thriving orchards, their glory
Flourishing in the most fertile plot,

11. On glory’s lofty summit, mine of
Sublimity, invincible honor,

12. You who discerned generosity in his munificence,
Your appraisal of me was accurate,

13. You revived generosity after its death
And recalled virtues forgotten,

14. People’s eyes slept, neglecting to give dew,
While wakefully watching, his eyelid never closed,

15. God beautified Zayn al-Din’s humility
Remaining the beauty of every gathering,

16. I traded in poetry during its recession
And profited without the deal causing loss,

17. The helpers erected for him a banner of glory
Tying the stars left in the sky,

18. The finest of them, the enemy’s vanguard
In the battle of vituperation, most eloquent,

19. I cling to the sanctuary of his abundant favor,
My hopes in afflictions cling to him,

20. Blessing was lonely until it saw
His benevolence, most excellent friend,

21. Your hopes failed to gain success, so cease,
When the oyster spurns you, seek another,

22. You persist donning each day a robe
Of eulogy, unlike any garb donned before,