سندبادنامه 322.1

322.1

The moon broke its own assembly before your face; / musk cast its own scroll into water before your down.
Your stature called the cypress its own pen; / the rose saw your face and tore its own garment.
A moon whose beauty was the envy of the sun and the jealousy of Venus, and from shame before her cheeks
the sun went behind a veil of clouds, and musk and ambergris hid themselves within the curls of her locks: