1. A deft and skilled confectioner is he
The eye cannot be sated by looking upon him

2. As though he spreads the dough upon
Hot stones when it is wrapped in live coals

3. He weaves a cloud from the clouds over
Flashing lightning that is heavy with rain

4. It's as if he opens dazzling seas
Of milk over still ponds of treachery

5. It's like a mirage that perishes the moment
You touch it though it shines before one's sight