1. Every building you build is a wondrous miracle
Did you build glories or did you build homes?

2. Neither human nor jinn build the like of them as landmarks
Nor fortresses the like of them as citadels

3. Churches that have become turbans for the clouds
Lofty and in the darkness they are lamp posts

4. Sanctuaries as if modeled on the chest of their Lord
And whites as if competing with the attributes

5. And a courtyard that makes the earth boast to its sky
With the last being wider than the first

6. And a courtyard in which the eye moves but it was not
To cross it on foot except in stages

7. The patterns of plaster appear on its walls
As fine tattooing adorns the fingers

8. And water, when you see its clarity from it
You would think the stars of night melted into liquids

9. I saw swords that crept over the ground
And the hands of the winds became its polishers

10. And a garden as fresh as the question of the asker
And your face good omen when glancing hopefully

11. Its branches for the light thus became chambers
Its chambers for the scent thus became branches

12. It is the house that has become the place of knowledge so it lived
And for it the attainers of hopes became fresh attainers

13. If the riding company sought it out
They would not require a guide other than he who was a caravan leader

14. And you are a man who gave what if he asked it
Of your gods, the people would say you asked excessively

15. And my composing poetry to you after
You learned it from me, the dew and sublime traits

16. Is like obligating the Lord of the house the rent of his house
And the like of you gave out of two paths an attainer