A gorgeous lotus tree you are, my beloved. And like a lighthouse, you spring out of a sacred mountain in the Seventh Heaven. You bear fruits. You bear honey. You bear milk. You bear wine. And when I shake your trunk towards myself, you let fall ripe dates upon me. Is there any tree like you? Nay, there is not, there is not. You are the tree of trees in the heavens and on earth. In you, night merges with day, and sun with moon. All birds, and flowers, and streams, sing in praise of your beauty day and night. And if the trees on earth were pens and the seas were ink, yet would not the words of love come to an end in writing about you: For you are Sideratul Muntaha, and you are ever exalted in elegance, full of magic, of tenderness, and of loveliness.