غزل شمارهٔ 57

Like a tulip’s flame I burn in your presence as I turn; by my life, and yours, I swear youth of Persia ever fair!

I have dived, and dived again with my thoughts into life’s brain until I prevailed to find every secret of your mind.

Sun and moon – I gazed on these far beyond the Pleiades, and rebuilt a sanctuary in your infidelity.

I have twisted well the blade till its edge was sharper made; pale the gleam and lusterless wasted in your wilderness.

My thought’s images dispense to the Orient’s indigence the bright ruby that I gain from your mines of Badakhshan.

Comes the man, to free at last slaves confined in fetters fast; through the windows in the wall of your prison I see all.

Make a ring about me now; in my breast a fire’s aglow that your forebears lit one day, things of water and of clay.