بخش 92 - باز شدن آن شمعها هفت درخت

Then each man assumed the shape of a tree: my eye was happy in their greenery.

On account of the denseness of the leaves no boughs were visible; the leaves too had become scant (had almost vanished) on account of the plenteous fruit.

Every tree had thrown its boughs above the Sidra: what of the Sidra? They had reached beyond the Void.

The root of each (tree) had gone (down) into the bottom of the earth: assuredly it was lower than the Ox and the Fish.

Their roots were more smiling of face than the boughs: the intellect (was turned) upside down (confused and bewildered) by their shapes.

From the fruit that was bursting forcibly flashes of light would spurt forth, like juice.