Masrur joys life made fair by all delight of days, ✿ Fulfilled of boons, while mine the sorest grief displays.
The Days have falsed me in the breast of her I love ✿ And in my heart are fires which all-consuming blaze:
Yea, Time was clear for thee, but now ’tis past and gone ✿ While yet her lovely charms thy wit and senses daze:
Espied these eyes of mine her gifts of loveliness: ✿ Oh, hard my case and sore my woe on spirit weighs!
I saw the maiden of the tribe deal rich old wine ✿ Of lips like Salsabíl to friend my love betrays:
E’en so, O mocking-bird, thou dost betray my breast ✿ And to a rival teachest Love and lover-ways:
Strange things indeed and wondrous saw these eyne of me ✿ Which were they sleep-drowned still from Sleep’s abyss would raise:
I see my best belovèd hath forsworn my love ✿ And eke like my mocking-bird fro’ me a-startled strays.
By truth of Allah, Lord of Worlds who, whatso wills ✿ His Fate, for creatures works and none His hest gainsays,
Forsure I’ll deal to that ungodly wight his due ✿ Who but to sate his wicked will her heart withdrew!