1. By night's passion, by morning's drink,
By his moon-bright face when it is clear,

2. By the dawning light on his brow beneath the dark,
Till his eyes from excess of joy disappear,

3. I am mindful of his perfections that excell'd,
So I thank his nature and manners well bred.

4. He sways his pliant form, else had not mine eyes
Seen the full moon on branch of willow swaying;

5. Dear is his charm and speech for their meaning's sake,
My hearing and sight for his doors contending run.

6. How oft from the languorous lids and the lightning glance
Free I'ld roam and the bowl of love relinquish.

7. He shows us the song's enchanting melodies,
As though a sun deposited in her train sunset glows.

8. Blush, O cup of wine, from his cheek in shame,
Till from thy brim sweat drops glide down.

9. Sleep! O heavy-lidded one, deny me rest,
While to thy love-sick heart repose granting.

10. Tempter! thy slaying glance, O moon-faced one,
Left in me no life by its shooting.

11. Does the rose adorn his cheek or blossoms
Of the lily-bloom, O thou who rose thy veil.

12. He reveled in the garden of Khazami's verse,
Fed by the fount of thy cheeks, and joy greeted him.

13. I wondered at the garden that gained a hot sun,
My heart for it burning is the proof.

14. It is bliss; in it shade and cool shade for us,
Why then does my heart meet therein grief and woe!