غزل شمارهٔ 35

By the Saki’s eye heart-enflamed I lie; drunk without wine – O delight divine!

All unveiled, desire burns a fiercer fire; let me see or no, yet my soul’s aglow.

See the rebec’s string at my fingering like a candle’s wick flameth bright and quick.

Save my heart can be lodging none for me, naught is me assigned, ne’er a way I find.

Till the sun arise from the eastern skies sleep to me denied. Like the stars I ride.