1. In it are gatherings like maidens who recline
On carpets though no rain has moistened the meadows

2. Onto terraces you see its tiles glistening eastwards
Like mirrors in whose reflection forms appear

3. As though from being watched so long it has blushed
So bashfulness has spread over its beauty's guards

4. A dome whose beauty is beyond any price
As if in it lie glory and life everlasting

5. As if it is lined with a carpet of unending roses
Whose warp and weft are fashioned out of them

6. As if it shook for fear it might slip and fall
So terror shows in its complexion's pallor

7. A sea whose twin surging waves boil and seethe
O you who see a sea that from twin surges springs!