غزل شمارهٔ 475

People spake, saying : " (In beauty) a second Yusuf thou art ;" When, well, I looked, verily better than that (I had heard) thou art.

Sweeter than that which, with sweet smile, they say thou art, Khusrau of the lovely ones ! for, the Shirin of the age, thou art.

To the (folded) rose-bud, thy mouth, one cannot compare : Never is the rose-bud with this narrow-mouthness.

A hundred times Thou saidest: "From this mouth, thy desire I give ;" Like the noble (ten-tongued) lily, why art Thou all a tongue?

Thou saidest : " Thy desire, I will give ; thy life, I wilt take ;" I fear my desire, Thou givest not ; and my life Thou wilt take.

Through the shield of my life, Thy (sick, languishing) eye causeth to pass the poplar (-arrow); (The eye) sick, who hath seen with so strong a bow ?

(O true Beloved !) like the (worthless) tear from the eye of man, him Thou easiest, Him, whom a moment, away from Thy sight, Thou drivest.