l. 409
Gratings (or doors) of silver, fair in aspect,
to each gateway of that lawn,
gracious bronze doors
to the gateways of the portals.
The corresponding walls from the fortress outwards
of all the portals
are comparable in height[25]
(to the distance) from the earth to the moon.
The ramparts of the lawns, as is meet,
wrought of white bronze,
their height—mighty in brilliance—
is as that from the earth to the pure sun.
The measure of comparison of the three ramparts
which surround the chief city,
their height shows (a distance equal
to that) from the earth to the firmament.
l. 465
The entrance bridges[26] of the perfect gates,
a fair way, shining with red gold,
they are irradiated—pure the gathering—
each step ascending above the other.
From step to step—brave the progress,
pleasant the ascent into the high city;
fair is that host, on the path of attainment (?)
many thousands, a hundred of hundreds.
In the circuit of the ramparts—great its strength (?)—
in the interior of the chief city,
bright glossy galleries,
firm red-gold bridges.
Therein are flowering lands
ever fresh in all seasons,
with the produce of each well-loved fruit
with their thousand fragrances.