1. The misery of nights is the aftermath of blessings.

    And every joy ends in regret.

  2. Whoever is assailed by calamities is struck down by

    death; whoever they overlook has not departed.

  3. And all health ends in sickness.

    And all youth ends in decrepitude.

  4. And death has an eye charged

    with watching the living; it has neither closed nor slept.

  5. And what excuse has an eye, after

    the peacock has gone from its sight, if it does not overflow with blood?

  6. I lost him—a fluttering garden—and never

    have I heard of a garden that walks on foot.

  7. Thick in tail-feathers, as though a cloth of fine silk

    were draped over him, its border embroidered.

  8. Crowned by nature—a gift bestowed on him

    by the Lord of wondrous creations and wisdom.

  9. As though he were Yazdegerd standing tall,

    building and raising high the glories of the Persians.

  10. His eyelids close and draw back from

    two gems used as lamps in the darkness.

  11. He gloried in his beauty and so let trail for its sake

    a tail, out of pride, unashamed.

  12. Then he walked with a bride's gait: some

    found him charming, some admired, and some smiled.

  13. The ornament of the houses' courtyards was given, instead of

    their expanse, the narrow hollow of a stone-marked grave.

  14. And death has a resolve with which it destroys

    every precious thing and everyone with lofty aims.

  15. As though his sheen were lapis lazuli,

    and the lapis lazuli were dotted with crimson ʿanam.

  16. How fine is patience in affliction, and how

    beautiful it is as a safeguard for one who holds fast to it!

Sol 6.1