SEEING PROPHETíS GARB AT QANDHAR
Qandhar, that place of paradisiac charm,
Its dust the heartís desire of men of heart.
These hues, scents, waters!
These waters glittering like mercury!
Tulips in the coign of the mountains.
fires frozen within pomegranates.
Its streets the streets of the friend for us,
O camel-driver, set the litter for the beautiful one.
I sing again of the mates of Najd
and bring the dromedary into ecstasy with my chant.