"The Rose in highest stead I rate * For that her charms ne'er satiate; All fragrant flow'rs be troops to her * Their general of high estate: Where she is not they boast and vaunt; * But, when she comes, they stint their prate."
Then the gardener gave a bunch to another and he recited these two couplets,
"Take, O my lord, to thee the Rose * Recalling scent by mush be shed. Like virginette by lover eyed * Who with her sleeves[FN#415] enveileth head."
Then he gave a bunch to a third who recited these two couplets,
"Choice Rose that gladdens heart to see her sight; * Of Nadd recalling fragrance exquisite. The branchlets clip her in her leaves for joy, * Like kiss of lips that never spake in spite."
Then he gave a bunch to a fourth and he recited these two couplets,
"Seest not that rosery where Rose a-flowering displays * Mounted upon her steed of stalk those marvels manifold? As though the bud were ruby-stone and girded all around * With chrysolite and held within a little hoard of gold."
Then he gave a posy to a fifth and he recited these two couplets,
"Wands of green chrysolite bare issue, which * Were fruits like ingots of the growing gold.[FN#416] And drops, a dropping from its leaves, were like * The tears my languorous eyelids railed and rolled."
Then he gave a sixth a bunch and he recited these two couplets,
"O Rose, thou rare of charms that dost contain * All gifts and Allah's secrets singular, Thou'rt like the loved one's cheek where lover fond * And fain of Union sticks the gold dinar."[FN#417]
Then he gave a bunch to a seventh and he recited these two couplets,
"To Rose quoth I, 'What gars thy thorns to be put forth * For all who touch thee cruellest injury?' Quoth she, 'These flowery troops are troops of me * Who be their lord with spines for armoury.'"
And he gave an eighth a bunch and he recited these two couplets,
"Allah save the Rose which yellows a-morn * Florid, vivid and likest the nugget-ore; And bless the fair sprays that displayed such flowers * And mimic suns gold-begilded bore."
Then he gave a bunch to a ninth and he recited these two couplets,
"The bushes of golden-hued Rose excite * In the love-sick lover joys manifold: 'Tis a marvel shrub watered every day * With silvern lymph and it fruiteth gold."