The taper bright, her cheek, illumined day’s lamp in the sky; The rose’s branch was bent before her figure, cypress-high; She, cypress-like, her foot set down upon the fount, my eye, But many a thorn did pierce her foot she suffered pain thereby. “What thorn unto the roseleaf-foot gives pain?” I said; said she: The lash of thy wet eye doth it impart; aye, truly thine!” Promenading, to the garden did that jasmine-cheeked one go; With many a bright adornment in the early springtide’s glow; The hyacinths their musky locks did o’er the roses throw; That Picture had tattooed her lovely feet rose-red to show. “The tulip’s hue whence doth the dog-rose gain?” I said; said she: “From blood of thine shed ’neath my glance’s dart; aye, truly thine!” To earth within her ward my tears in torrents rolled apace; The accents of her ruby lips my soul crazed by their grace; My heart was taken in the snare her musky locks did trace, That very moment when my eyes fell on her curls and face. “Doth Scorpio the bright Moon’s House contain?” I said; said she: “Fear! threatening this Conjunction dread, thy part; aye, truly thine!” Her hair with ambergris perfumed was waving o’er her cheek, On many grieving, passioned souls it cruel woe did wreak; Her graceful form and many charms my wildered heart made weak; The eye beheld her figure fair, then heart and soul did seek. “Ah! what bright thing this cypress of the plain?” I said; said she: “Tis that which thy fixed gaze beholds apart; aye, truly thine!” When their veil her tulip and dog-rose had let down yesterday, The morning breeze tore off that screen which o’er these flow’rets lay; Came forth that Envy of the sun in garden fair to stray, Like lustrous pearls the dew-drops shone, a bright and glistening spray. “Pearls, say, are these, aye pearls from ‘Aden’s main?” I said; said she: “Tears, these, of poor Fuzūlī, sad of heart; aye, truly thine!” _Fuzūlī._ MUKHAMMES Attar within vase of crystal, such thy fair form silken-gowned; And thy breast is gleaming water, where the bubbles clear abound; Thou so bright none who may gaze upon thee on the earth is found; Bold wert thou to cast the veil off, standing forth with garland crowned: Not a doubt but woe and ruin all the wide world must confound! Lures the heart thy gilded palace, points it to thy lips the way; Eagerly the ear doth listen for the words thy rubies say; Near thy hair the comb remaineth, I despairing far away; Bites the comb, each curling ringlet, when it through thy locks doth stray: Jealous at its sight, my heart’s thread agonized goes curling round.