ومهفهف حلو الملاحة — Alshaghouri — Saqi

And a slender youth, sweetly charming,
smiles, revealing daisy blossoms.
In his mouth, for whoever draws the coolness
of his saliva, are wine and ease.
How many, within my breast, from the arrows of
glances at him, are the wounds!
The pupil of my eye, amid my tears,
never tires of swimming.
O my reproacher, enough—have some shame!
You have gone too far, woe to you, in impudence.
Do you blame me for one who has possessed the
love-enslaved heart and plundered it?
And likewise, Shams al-Din has
attained valor and generosity.
Isma'il delights in
letters—what delight!
A master of nobility and sound
judgment, prudence, and eloquence;
and a young master of expression and
brilliance, courage, and gentleness.
He takes refuge in honor he has guarded
by freely bestowing wealth.
Thus he stands above the princes in
excellence, composure, and sound judgment.
His opinions, through their soundness,
display clarity and sincerity.
Triumphant, never empty, for whoever
draws from him through the ages, is the palm.
He slaked souls with his earnestness
and his humor, keeping his levity far away.
I had been lamenting what was lamented by
al-Ta'i about the land of tillage.
Then, through humor, my heart was eased
by his words, with the fullest relief.
The sun stood before you, Shams
al-Din; his words afforded the fullest relief.
So you dyed it with yellow wars dye, O son
of al-Mankawars, through your beauty.
My lord Shams al-Din, O
builder of bounty on unrestricted giving!
You have a courtyard that, for encampment
by those who seek your bounty, is the finest courtyard.
May misfortunes never settle near
you, in any courtyard, even for an hour.