1. I strode proudly in it—a robe figured with ornament,

    your graces upon it outdoing every embroiderer’s art.

  2. Its tailoring, so exquisitely delicate, almost seems

    to me, in its softness, made from serpents’ sloughed skins.

  3. And ripe citrons, whose wafted perfume seems

    the praise of you—for no one can keep it concealed:

  4. silver bodies within sheer shifts of gold,

    the fingertips of reckoners, yet without wrists.

  5. They said, “It has come to you—may you enjoy it!”

    I replied, “Thus does a gift from Hātim come.”

Sol 5.6