1. O my two gardens with joyous delight
In whose cheeks, so soft and bright

2. Is the redness modesty or grace divine
Or the blood of hearts that pine?

3. All who saw you said aright:
True, yet free from all despite.

4. Seen you not hearts pierced and torn
By the claws that gash and scorn?

5. Just is Allah; for we were meant,
We and they, for different bent.

6. In our souls their fires eats,
Their light our inner darkness cheats.

7. Still hearts burn and eyes delight
Gazing on that lovely sight.