1. Never has my eye, nor anyone else’s, beheld

    anything lovelier than a lush garden, beautifully arrayed,

  2. in Bāgh Masʿūd, beside the city gate.

    As though the flax there, when it formed buds

  3. and unfurled blue petals across its spreading reach,

    were marks left by a lover’s pinch upon a body.

Sol 5.6