O you, from the radiance of whose face the lamp of the eye is lit,

The world has not seen an eye more beautiful than your intoxicated eyes.

A delicate beauty like you, from head to toe grace,

The world has not shown, God has not created.

Every ascetic who has seen your life-enhancing ruby (lips),

Has abandoned the prayer rug and drawn the cup.

On the face of your good fortune is an amulet against the evil eye,

Every moment, 'and indeed...' (Quranic verse) has sincerely sprouted.

With the intention of shedding lovers' blood, his playful eyebrow and eye,

Sometimes this ambush is opened, sometimes that bow is drawn.

Until when will the dove of the heart be like a slaughtered bird,

Wallowing in dust and blood from the wound of your arrow?

From the burning of my chest, every moment smoke rises to my head,

How long will I be like aloeswood, scattered in the fire?

If my runaway fortune becomes tamed with me,

I will also bring forth the desire of my runaway heart from that mouth.

If the eyebrow has no inclination towards your cheek,

Why is it constantly bent like my stature?

If you place your lip on my lip, I will find eternal life,

At the moment when my sweet soul has reached my lips.

Until when will you abandon my heart like your own tress,

Astray and distraught, O light of both eyes?

Fallen at the foot of the thorn of separation, in struggle,

And never having picked a flower from the rosebush of your union.

If you do not take my hand, I will tell the master (patron),

That two eyes steal the hearts of distraught lovers.

This is our humble offering, if it pleases your taste,

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