I present a small poetry
For my love




I asked the moon thus
Have you ever seen
One as gorgeous as my love
The moon said: I swear on the moonlight
No, No, No.

Oh! I searched for this bashfulness of yours
This youth of yours I searched everywhere
I asked the blossoms[if they knew] anyone like you
And the flowers to match you [in your beauty]
I asked the garden
Be it in the heavens or on earth
Is there a flower as beautiful [as my love]
The garden said, I swear on every flower
No, No, No

Oh! Is this a gait or [like] a flow of ecstacy?
Are these your tresses or the story of the night?
Are these lips or [do they] mirror the lotuses?
Are these eyes or the queen of a wine-house?
I asked the goblet
Be it in the heavens or on earth
Is there an intoxicant as beautiful [as my love]
The goblet said; swear by the joy of inebriation
No, No, No
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