(My goal is) the corniced palace of Baghdád

(My goal is) the corniced palace of Baghdád, not the corniced palace of Sindád,
The city set like a crown above the gardens, as though she were a bride who has been unveiled in the most fragrant chamber.
The wind plays with the branches and they are bent, and ’tis as though the twain had plighted troth with one another.
Meseems, Tigris is the string of pearls on her neck, and her spouse is our lord, the Imám who guides aright,
He who gives victory and is made victorious, the best of Caliphs, who in war does not mount on horseback.
God bless him! as long as a ringdove perched on a swaying bough shall moan for him,
And likewise as long as the lightnings shall flash of smiling mouths, for joy of which morning-showers flowed from mine eyes,
The mouths of virgins like the sun when the mists have withdrawn and when it shines forth clearly with most luminous radiance.