The Nāṣirī Generations 66.10

66.10

“The breeze from Mulian’s rivulet reacheth me the same, Even as cometh the fragrance of a loving friend. The gravel of the Amu, and the roughness thereof, Appeareth like as the softest silk beneath my feet. The river Jihun, with its wide-spread surface, Reacheth, even now, to my white steed’s very girths. O Bukhara! rejoice, and be thou glad once more, For the Shah even now cometh a guest unto thee. The Shah is a moon, and Bukhara a firmament; The moon likewise riseth the celestial vault within. The Shah is a Cypress, and Bukhara is a garden; The cypress also cometh unto the garden now.”