Since I am intoxicated with your face, learned sage, gaze on me with those intoxicated eyes.
Through your intoxicated eyes my heart writhes (for it is mad); drunkard and madman have a liking for each other’s ways.
See my wasted heart and look fondly on me, for the sun gazes fondly upon ruins.
Go gaze, so that, by that one gaze which you gaze, marvelous trees will emerge from a single seed.
Your two eyes are Persian-Turk and drunk and bloodspilling; the Persian shoots Turkish arrows.
They have so plundered me and the house of the heart, that Hasanak is running with naked feet in the house.
We will come into the garden of your face and break up the house; we will manfully turn a thousand houses into a desert.
S.al¯ah. al-D¯ın, you are as the moon and have no need of this description, even as the tress-tip of houris needs no comb.
