1. This is the mask of the enchanted night,
So drink, for dawn's first glow is in sight.

2. A wine unpressed by any hand,
Unmarred by storms over the land.

3. When water you espy, it flows to you,
As embers flying, bright and new.

4. Noble though her lineage august,
Be it Kisra's or Sabur's trust.

5. Over her the ages held sway
And hid her from life's disarray.

6. Until when halfway was the strain,
Deliverance from it she did gain.

7. She came like a soul without a core
That formed it gently or lit before.

8. A rogue pours her, full of guile,
To camels trained to walk the mile.

9. His saddle-girth in twain, eyes bleared,
Askance, their sockets blood-inseared.

10. A scorpion has stung his cheek, hence
The swelling with amberscence.

11. Better to walk in bliss, the sage
Avers, than ride the camel's stage.