1. When I gazed upon the gardens and their flowers
Their beauty outshining their bushes

2. I saw therein wonders and marvels
For my descriptions, their perfection is the aim

3. The violet appeared to me so I said to my mind
In describing it, like fire in its kindling

4. The leaves told by their cheeks, tales
And narrated alongside similes, the dye of mourning

5. And with the blueness of some, appeared winelike
As if in its color, the hue of her heart