It is a good specimen of Oriental style.
"Writing to you brings to mind many sweet conversations with you.
Dwelling on them, my mind is sad. My sighs rise like the swelling
stream, and almost carry me away, especially when I look at your
garden, where you labored with so much skill to graft in these wild
olive plants, cutting off your sleep with watchings by night, that
they should not be rooted up by the desert wind. Thus you watched
them, till they became as noble forest trees that not even the
avalanche can overturn. Your garden, now, not only gives a shade
pleasant to the traveller, but it yields sweet fruits; clouds rise
from it that give us the early and the latter rain; they empty
themselves,--the plain rejoices, and the barren places become
verdant. Yes, the vine that you planted has budded, and blossomed,
and gives of its fruit to every passer by. Come to us, our beloved,
open the door of your garden, that the traveller may enter in and be
refreshed. You have left many pleasant remembrances in the work of
your hands. On every side you have left a picture for our eyes, and
the skilful work of your hands (his wife), lo, and behold! it is
with me.
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