سندبادنامه 250.1

250.1

ألم تر أنفاس النسم ضعائفا مراضا وأجفان السحاب ذوارفا مخکن لاعطاف الربی وحیوبها غلائل وشی مبهج ومطارفا تظن سواقیها سائک فصة تسیل وأسیافا تسل مراهفا وتحسب لحن العندلیب مزاهرا برن وتغرید الهزار معازفا اذا رعت العفر الشقائق خلتها اباریق بالراح الشمول رواعفا

Do you not see the breaths of the breeze weak and ailing, / and the eyelids of the clouds weeping,
Clothing the sides and folds of the hills / in delightful embroidered gowns and striped mantles?
You would think their rivulets were ingots of molten silver / and sharpened swords drawn bare,
And you would take the song of the nightingale for lutes / resounding, and the warble of the songbird for instruments,
And when the gazelles graze upon anemones, you would deem them / pitchers pouring out all-encompassing wine.