As monarch Spring now on his radiant throne Flourished, as in the glorious days of yore, He opened there the treasures of his might, And in the dust he scattered radiant pearls; He lavished honors on each denizen, And all were clad in mantles of the green, And Gulistan is once again restored; And grove and garden open wide their hearts, And light is shining in narcissus’ eyes, And joy is in the heart of all the world; The tulips don once more their ruby crowns; The glade of Gulistan is filled with flowers; The cypress once again his office takes, And stands as porter at the garden gate. And all the lilies drew their swords again, And every thorn whetted its arrow point, The sandbach opened out his gleaming rolls In harmony with nature’s odorous life. The tapestry of vegetation, new With satin green, the field and fallow clothed. And all the people of the world repaired Into the garden as a paradise. The world from happiness an Eden grew, And vernal freshness sparkled in the Spring. The Rose ascended to her throne again; The hyacinth her locks of purple wore, The messenger East Wind within the grove Awoke to life from out his skeleton; And every stream with ardent passion ran, And every flood with towering head advanced; The rose garden again its beauty takes, And peace and quiet reign on every side. And as the Rose her lofty throne ascends, In ranks the nobles at her bidding come; The dew her favorite beverage provides; The tulips in her service goblets bring, And each man drinks according to desire; And honor and good wishes follow wine. And all the time does festive gladness reign, By day and night the joyous feast goes on. L THE FAIR ROSE SENDS THE EAST WIND TO CHEER THE MOURNING NIGHTINGALE