Blessed is the phrase that praises Allah’s name; It is the very rosary of God’s word; For through it blooms the rose-bed of the soul; And through it sings the bosom’s nightingale. Each single letter has the rose’s hue, And thus adorns the rose-field of our faith. B is the bloom of the creation’s rise, The rose that stands on plains of Paradise. S is the sultan, ruling over M; The dew-drop sparkling on the lip of buds. A is the cypress of God’s kindliness, The buds of sanback, buds of promise true. The L leads on to leaves of happiness, Like the curled locks that deck the grove of truth; The H is like the eyes of hyacinths; Fresh as the rosebud when it starts to blow; The R is like the nation of the rose, Hither and thither tossed by morning wind. The H is the mild breeze that sweeps the plain, And is a symbol of eternal grace; What is the N but Eden’s Nenuphar The dot rests on it like a pistil point. The J is, as it were, a jasmine flower, Bending above a violet full in bloom. The double mark that stands above the L Is dew upon the leaf of hyacinths. The points are nothing else but drops of dew, That rest on tulip, rose, and violets. The vowels of the sentence breathe their sounds Like breezes scenting glades of Gulistan; Emblems of peace are seen on every side, Like to the peace of Eden in the world; So do we come at last to Gulistan, And on the new-blown roses gaze with joy. And you, oh Fasli! to the rose-bed come, And sing your ardent passion for the rose. II THE PRAISE OF GOD, THE WONDERS OF GOD, AND HIS MARVELLOUS WORKS