The beauties arrived at the palace door

Each holding two flower branches from the inner core

The doorman glared and prepared for a fight

He spoke boldly, his heart filled with fright

You must leave the gate without delay

I am amazed you arrived this way

The idols prepared their answer with care

Their hearts tightened, rising from their lair

Today is not like any other day

There is no demon upon the path of flowers' sway

Spring has arrived, from the garden we'll pluck flowers bright

From the earth, we'll gather hyacinth, so light

The guardian spoke, 'Today is the day of work'

No one should take from us, you must not shirk

For Zal, the commander, was not in Kabul's fold

The king's pavilion in Zabul was not bold

Do not think from Kabul’s palace, a god shall rise

He shall not arrive riding a steed so wise

If he sees you with such a flower in hand

He will strike you down, as though made of sand

In the palace's courtyard, the statues stood tall

They sat and spoke secrets with the moon's call

They placed gold coins and gems before the moon

Roudabeh asked of their worth, both soon

How did you fare with the son of Sam’s name?

Is it well to see him, with fame or fame?

The five beauties rushed, swift in their place

As they found a moment with the moon’s grace

A man stands like the lofty cypress tree

He is beauty and strength, a king’s decree

He is beauty, fragrance, height, and grace

A rider, among the lean, in an expansive space

His eyes are like two dark narcissus blooms

His lips are like pomegranate, his cheeks, red as the moon

His palms and forearms like a lion’s might

His legs like a steed’s, with a priest's heart alight

His hair is white, with the color of light

Like a gazelle, it is no disgrace in sight

The head of the hero, with curls so grand

Like a silver armor, upon the rose’s stand

As if it must be so

Otherwise, love would not have increased

We have given him hope in your land

He has returned to us with a hopeful heart

Now make preparations for the guest

Order us on what to gather

He said to the servants like a cypress

That you have become different in opinion and speech

That same Zal who was raised by a bird

He was so old-headed and withered

In appearance, he became like a red rose

Tall, beautiful-faced, and a hero

I adorned my face before him

With words, and then sought worth

He kept speaking and had his lips full of laughter

His cheeks were also filled like pomegranate blossoms

The servant said to the moon-faced lady

Saying, 'Now find a way of solution

That God has granted whatever you desired

May the end of this affair be blessed

He had a house like a joyful spring

Adorned with the faces of nobles

They decorated it with Chinese silk

They adorned it with golden trays

They scattered agate and chrysolite on it

They mixed wine, musk, and amber

Their goblets were all gold and turquoise

Drinking with bright rosewater

Violets, roses, daffodils, and purple flowers

Jasmine branches and hyacinth on the other side

From that house of the sun-faced daughter

The fragrance rose up to the sun