1. A path I took towards you, lined with subtle charms,
But when its efforts faltered, it emerged in alarm.

2. I spent on it a guarded pearl, the finest,
Believing the claims of those who gifted it their praise.

3. I avoided the trite, so this is an eloquence
Pure in its making, flawless in its foundations.

4. Never did I see the like of poetry that hoped for aid
Soaring in a sky it heated with its own warmth.

5. Some thought it was meter alone,
Oblivious to its secret and mysteries.

6. That is like water's hue, one in the eye,
Not equal in its saltiness and Euphrates.

7. When it exudes gentleness and vigor,
My words are its water and attributes.

8. Unlike the inanity of calligraphy, the poetry I speak
Your virtues are its illumination and features.