The minstrel lived within this nook,
And sang alone beneath the trees.
His friend—Firdausi’s wondrous book,
His comrades—Sadi and Hafiz.
The Houri of the castle there
Spent many happy days and nights—
Immortal souls in Jennet[1] fair
Have never tasted such delights.
He wiped the tears by sorrow shed,
And healed the wounds by sorrow wrought;