Pay homage to thy superiority; and let all men
Become like Ferhad[11] of the mountain,
Distracted on beholding thy loveliness.
How could the star of day have shone amidst the heavens,
If the moon of thy countenance had not concealed
Its splendour beneath the cloud of a veil?
Oh! banish me not from thy sight;
Command me—it will be charitable—
Command me to die.
How long wilt thou reject the amorous solicitations