These are they who are brought nigh in gardens of pleasure!
And gold-weft couches, reclining on them!
Around them shall go eternal youths, with goblets and ewers and a cup of flowing wine; no head-ache shall they feel therefrom, nor shall their wits be dimmed!
And fruits such as they deem the best;
And flesh of fowls as they desire;
And bright and large-eyed maids like hidden pearls;
And the fellows of the right—what right lucky fellows!
Amid thornless lote trees
And trees with piles of fruit;
And outspread shade,