1. The sky and its stars seem
Like gems whose light has faded,

2. Or a pavilion of glass
Strewn with the jeweler's fragments.

3. Under vines' shade, midst gardens
And songs and strolls and sips,

4. When a jest stirs a brother's heart,
My own heart dances, veiled.

5. And when the breeze ripples
The robe of water, it grows