Omar was delighted by the rose.
Bury me where the north wind blows,
the petals will scatter on my grave.
At Naishápúr the tomb was closed.

Seven times around the Sidrah tree,
three times around the city.
From malachite to emerald—
Az mah ta mahi.¹

¹ “From the moon to the fish” (i.e., throughout the world.)