Between Adhri‘át and Buṣrá a maid of fourteen rose to my…

Between Adhri‘át and Buṣrá a maid of fourteen rose to my sight like a full moon.
She was exalted in majesty above Time and transcended it in pride and glory.
Every full moon, when it reaches perfection, suffers a waning that it may make a complete month,
Except this one: for she does not move through zodiacal signs nor double what is single.
Thou art a pyx containing blended odours and perfume, thou art a meadow producing spring-herbs and flowers.
Beauty reached in thee her utmost limit: another like thee is impossible.