1. He gifted me the ripest fruit plucked,
Its paradise remains rectangular and summery.

2. Pages I imagined their autumn leaves,
When I imagined the stars as letters.

3. I wrote with wise pens melting ink,
Waving in wise hands like swords.

4. It reveals to us after the subtlety its compilation,
And adds to us above the compilation more subtlety.

5. The daughters of the West rose up becoming,
Like daughters of Arabs who kohled their eyes.

6. A car that folds the countries settled,
In a howdah it loosed over it tents.

7. Verses of truth that came to Muhammad,
With a testimony not accepting distortion.

8. Bringing the bright youth as ingots was not enough,
Until he molded from it lances.