O Thou whose face,
With envied grace,
the magi's Gods inflames!
Howe'er my verse
Thy praise rehearse,
Still more thy beauty claims.
Sprightly and gay
As fabled fay
Soft as the roseate leaf!
Say what I will--
Superior still!
Wonderous! beyond belief!
My vagrant eye
Did ne'er descry
A fairer form than thine:
Is it of earth?
Or heavenly birth?
Or Fairy's, half divine?
The world I rov'd,
And frequent lov'd
Those charms which all adore:
Maids who excell'd
I oft beheld--
But thou art something more.
Each soul thy prey,
Each heart thy sway
Avows with mad'ning pain;
Thy magic eyes
Idolatry maintain.
* Than jinis nimbler,
More delicate
Than rose's heart:
My praises
Thou surpass,
How wonderful thou art!
* Cypress statur'd
Art thou,
My soul's solace and comfort:
Don't abandon me
So abruptly,
And my heart transport.
* Intent to see
The show,
The desert your destination:
Our hearts and
Souls ataking,
What custom's this fascination?
* I become you
You become me,
I become the soul, thou the heart:
How can they
Now claim,
I am apart, thou art apart?
Khoosro, fair maid,
entreats thine aid,
A stranger at the door;
Oh, in God's name,
Regard the claim
Of strangers who implore!
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