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The radiance of thy beauty bright hath filled earth like the sun, The hall, “Be! Like the mihrab of the Kaaba, as shrine where in worship to turn, Thy ward would an angel take, if thy footprint there he surveyed. King of the Epoch! My love’s down grows upon her rosy-hued cheek, A book write on the woes it does enshrine then. The Book of Mohammed: A yellow-plumaged bird now every tree stands, Which shakes itself and feathers sheds on all hands.

Since he Eden’s heaven created, all gazellefi there complete and whole, Gazelleti that naught is lacking; nothing he created needs repair.

What lofty, honored Sovereigns of might these? As sweeps a scimitar, across earth’s face on every side, Of iron-girded heroes of the world thou threw’st a chain.

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O Selimi, in thy name was struck the coinage of the world, When in crucible of Love Divine, like gold, that melted I.

They call theeview the joys that sense would yield thee; But, ere thou canst say “Hie! Each curving eyebrow is a blood-stained saber thee to slay; Each dusky curl, a deadly venomed snake to work thee woe.


The meads are skies; their stars, the drops of dew, glow; The jasmine is the moon; the stream, the halo. I have not reached the dawn of joy, to sorrow’s night there is no day. Who, seeing thy cheek’s glow, recalls the ruby is deceived; He who hath drunken deep of wine inebriate doth grow.


Because he knew that when the earthly frame goes, Eternal, Everlasting Being love shows, He fervent longed to be from fleshly bonds free, That then his life in very truth might Life see. Stay not within the parterre, let it tremble with its shame: One night, when was the rise of the True Dawn near, Feeling that in his wasted frame no strength stayed, Had gone, and down upon that grave himself laid.

Ta’en my sense and soul have those thy Leyli locks, thy glance’s spell, Me, their Mejnun, ‘midst of love’s wild dreary desert they impel, Since mine eyes have seen the beauty of the Joseph of thy grace, Sense and heart have fall’n and lingered in thy chin’s sweet dimple-well. Never shall thy mind or reason reach that strand, Nor can tongue the King’s name utter of that land.

Thy mementoes lustrous biding here behind, Through them they’ll recall thee, O my soul, to mind. Rent its collar, like the dawning, hath the rose; From its heart the nightingale sighs forth its woes. He, to the luster of whose sword the Magyar bowed his head!

Prone lies the frame her path’s dust ‘neath, in union’s stream the eye, In air the mind, the soul ‘midst separation’s fiery glow. Let not opportunity slip by, silent there; Unto us the beauty of each word declare.

Baki – Brill Reference

Their diver I, gszelleri morning and each even; My weeping, Liege, the ocean’s might resembles. Come, the picture of thy down bear unto this my scorched breast It is customary fresh greens bakii the broiled flesh to spread. The radiance of thy cheek’s sun on the heart Like moonlight on the water’s face doth beam. My pain for thee balm in my sight resembles Thy face’s beam the clear moonlight resembles.


There raised aloft old Saturn high upon the Seventh Sphere Sitting like Indian elephant-conductor on did stray. Her figure, fair-proportioned as my poesy sublime, Her slender waist is like its subtle thoughthard to divine.

In burning notes make thou thy tuneful song rise; These iron hearts soft render with thy sad sighs. By winds bronzed, like the Sun, the quince’s face glows; Its Pleiads-clusters, hanging forth, the vine shows.

Gazelleti erst green tree now like the starry sky shows, And hurling meteors at the fiend, Earth, stones throws.

Once from sleep I oped my eyes, I raised my head, when full in sight There before me stood a moon-faced beauty, lovely, shining, bright. One moment opened were her ebriate, strife-causing eyne, By us as scimitars, not merely daggers, were they ta’en. Fleeting like the realm of dreams is earth’s display. There’s on earth no city, neither any land, That is not, O Monarch, under thy command. Empty earthen pots are reckoned one with jewels rich and rare; Ne’er a scale in value’s mart gazellefi worth to test remaineth now.

The bird, his soul, hath, huma like, aloft flown to the skies, And naught remaineth save a few bones on the earth below.