To minds like the sun, and hearts (twin-brothers of the morning) of the designers of the Garden of Elo­quence and science, and orators of exalted genius, let it not remain concealed—That on a certain day, in the season of joy and delight, and at a period of mirth and pleasure; when—from the impressions of the bounty of the sovereign of the planets, the surface of the earth, like the expanse of the firmament, was tinged with azure, and the plats of the gardens, from their abundant Nussereen and Nusterrun,* excited the envy of the Perraeen and Perrun*—I, at the request of certain mind-according friends, made an excursion to the country.

There, I beheld the cup-bearer of the clouds, in the manner of the noble-minded, showering bounty on the fortunately-starred people of the world. The earth, with all her steadiness, from the pleasing intoxi­cation of moisture, disclosed the secrets of her bosom, like the incau­tious man. The designer of spring had delineated variegated sketches on the tablets of the branches, and the wonder-writing penman of omnipotence had flourished on the pages of the rose-garden diversified specimens in the flowery character.*

The attiring zephyr had adorned the brides of the shrubberies; and the green-robed natives of the gar­den had imbibed wine in the agate cups of the tulip. The breeze of spring, like the musk of Tartary, perfumed the sensation of nature with fragrance from the Nafeh of the rose; and the brides of verdure, with heart-delighting charms and world-adorning beauty, wrested the prize of superiority from the nymphs of Khulje and the statues of Noshaud. The water flowing from the reservoirs over the enamelled ver­dure, seemed to the eye of the beholder like the milky way of the heavens. The fanciful colouring of spring, in the diversified assemblages of the garden, had in the branches of the sunbul, and the leaves of the tulip and the rose, mingled as it were vermillion with musk.

Melody-swelling birds, on the emerald-tinged tablets of the groves, like infants in a school, twittered from their little throats the Abjud* of ecstacy; and the nightingale, at sight of the beauteous ruby-vested charmers of the rose-tree, filled the gardens with the harmonious jug-jug* of his thousand strains. The cup-bearer of fortune presented to us, loiterers in the banqueting room of this perishable mansion of enter­tainment, sparkling wine from the stores of spring, and with it the ecstacy of liberation from care.

The moistened herbage, from the agitations of the gale, waved like a sea. From the fresh shoots of the Sunbul, and the branches of the Zummeerun,* the mouth of the Ghore* was filled with musk; and the lips of the Antelope, from the leaves of the Arghwaun and Shuk­kaiek Neimaun,* were, like the beak of the paroquet, red as coral.

The chearfulness of the bloom­ing natives of spring; the melodious notes of the songsters of the groves; the wanton bubblings of the streamlets of the brooks; the kaw of the gracefully-pacing Tudderoo;* the boundings of the enamelled-footed Antelope; and the vaunting attitudes of the peacock with his jewel-spangled train, so impressed the soul of this admirer of the various mysteries of the FROM EVER EXISTING GOD,* that my mind, which, from the ill accordance of fortune was folded up like the bud, blossomed kindly as the rose, and the goblet of my heart overflowed with the wine of ecstacy.

As the joy-exciting softness of that flowery spot resembling paradise, had attracted the skirts of our hearts, a delightful association ensued, and a select assemblage, unintruded upon by strangers, like the correspondence of the mirror with the eye of purity, took place. Some of my friends, worshippers of appearances, were enchanted, like the nightin­gale, with the scent and colour of the rose and flowers. At one time they quaffed from the cup of the tulip the wine of desire; and at another, from a glance at the cheek of the jasmine and the countenance of the nussurrun, received abundant rapture. Others of my companions, searchers after truth, in examining the beauty of his workmanship, found traces of the Inventor’s per­fection; and from his beautiful sketches, comprehending the con­summate skill of the Artist’s pencil, like the contemplative devotee, drank to the bottom of the wine of truth from the stores of Unity; and, enchanted with the harmony of the choristers of the groves, after the manner of the Soo­fies* enraptured by melody, began the Wujd* of ecstacy. Each according to his feelings and capacity, impressed by the charms of the brides of differing graces, namely, the cherished on the couch of spring, became inspired with the wine of heavenly love; and, agreeably to the varied subject, was composing melodies of delight and symphonies of rapture. Freeing the foot of the heart from the skirt of care, they, like the sosun and cypress, tossed into the air the caps of independence.