1. I calmed my angry soul, my children,
My family, guests, and neighbors too.

2. Your mighty hand unleashed their tongues
With thanks, not flames, their speech once blew.

3. It called them in a mellow tone
To brothers, as they wished, anew.

4. And my old kitchen, time had worn,
Regained its youth and vigor too.

5. Its pots, once lowly, now adorned
With more than ancient cups once knew.

6. And if those pots are gone from shelves
Hopes return as knights with hue.

7. In black approach, they brought to mind
The verse of Hassân once we knew.

8. I was, from meat, estranged so long
My house became a convent too.

9. My dearest wish was but to change
My name from author to baboon.

10. And in my love for Two-Horns, I
Would praise, as “Two-Horns,” him too.

11. While thus engrossed in such pursuits,
My patron called, his glance I knew

12. Was brighter than a houri’s orb
Who gathered beauty’s every hue.

13. Without him, eid would bring no gifts
My hands extend or scales subdue.

14. He almost fools me, were it not
For ape who nearly slew my crew.

15. I knew not what I’d do, should blood
Of his, the earth in red imbue.

16. A goat, its udders full with fat
And meat atop a coral too.

17. Our dice like rubies shone anew,
Some soaked in fragrant oil’s rich hue.

18. Then chosen in bright variegated tints,
More promised for the morn anew.