1. A youth's tunic was the dusk
Of elders made most courteous through true breeding.

2. As though for her they had erected
From bowing to falling, posts to prop her up.

3. Their fine manners enveloped them, and they pulled
The secret of joy, conversing and whispering.

4. And the leaves recited the surah of rapture
That makes you forget the abrogating and abrogated verses.

5. The river, an orange blossom had aspired to it
So she turned to face whoever in it was bent over.

6. You would think them, amid the sky, planets
That had joined with Mars in its rising.

7. Their day broke through customs of joy.
So I made my verses a chronicle of it.