Tonight is the night of the nights, my beloved. The stars spread across the skies like thickly-scattered moths, whereas the moon fills the eyes with her smile like waves of sunrise. And your calm, pretty face appears to my eyes like a houri in a garden under which rivers flow softly with sweet, pure wine. Meantime, angels descend from the heavens to the ground like pigeons from Eden. And like silken, white curtains, peace comes down unto the earth and remains until the night falls asleep, and the dawn rises up in the skies.