O breeze, thou'rt kind, of balm to those whom pangs affright, thou news hast brought,To wounded frame of life, to life of life's delight thou news hast brought.Thou'st seen the mourning nightingale's despair in sorrow's autumn drear,Like springtide days, of smiling roseleaf fresh and bright, thou news hast brought.If I should say thy words are heaven-inspired, in truth, blaspheme I not;Of Faith, whilst unbelief doth earth hold fast and tight, thou news hast brought.They say the loved one comes to soothe the hearts of all her lovers true;If that the case, to yon fair maid of lovers' plight thou news hast brought.Of rebel demon thou hast cut the hope Suleiman's throne to gain;That in the sea secure doth lie his Ring of might, thou news hast brought.Fuzuli, through the parting night, alas, how dark my fortune grew!Like zephyr of the dawn, of shining sun's fair light thou news hast brought.
O breeze, thou'rt kind, of balm to those whom pangs affright, thou news hast brought,To wounded frame of life, to life of life's delight thou news hast brought.Thou'st seen the mourning nightingale's despair in sorrow's autumn drear,Like springtide days, of smiling roseleaf fresh and bright, thou news hast brought.If I should say thy words are heaven-inspired, in truth, blaspheme I not;Of Faith, whilst unbelief doth earth hold fast and tight, thou news hast brought.They say the loved one comes to soothe the hearts of all her lovers true;If that the case, to yon fair maid of lovers' plight thou news hast brought.Of rebel demon thou hast cut the hope Suleiman's throne to gain;That in the sea secure doth lie his Ring of might, thou news hast brought.Fuzuli, through the parting night, alas, how dark my fortune grew!Like zephyr of the dawn, of shining sun's fair light thou news hast brought.
O breeze, thou'rt kind, of balm to those whom pangs affright, thou news hast brought,To wounded frame of life, to life of life's delight thou news hast brought.Thou'st seen the mourning nightingale's despair in sorrow's autumn drear,Like springtide days, of smiling roseleaf fresh and bright, thou news hast brought.If I should say thy words are heaven-inspired, in truth, blaspheme I not;Of Faith, whilst unbelief doth earth hold fast and tight, thou news hast brought.They say the loved one comes to soothe the hearts of all her lovers true;If that the case, to yon fair maid of lovers' plight thou news hast brought.Of rebel demon thou hast cut the hope Suleiman's throne to gain;That in the sea secure doth lie his Ring of might, thou news hast brought.Fuzuli, through the parting night, alas, how dark my fortune grew!Like zephyr of the dawn, of shining sun's fair light thou news hast brought.
O breeze, thou'rt kind, of balm to those whom pangs affright, thou news hast brought,
To wounded frame of life, to life of life's delight thou news hast brought.
Thou'st seen the mourning nightingale's despair in sorrow's autumn drear,
Like springtide days, of smiling roseleaf fresh and bright, thou news hast brought.
If I should say thy words are heaven-inspired, in truth, blaspheme I not;
Of Faith, whilst unbelief doth earth hold fast and tight, thou news hast brought.
They say the loved one comes to soothe the hearts of all her lovers true;
If that the case, to yon fair maid of lovers' plight thou news hast brought.
Of rebel demon thou hast cut the hope Suleiman's throne to gain;
That in the sea secure doth lie his Ring of might, thou news hast brought.
Fuzuli, through the parting night, alas, how dark my fortune grew!
Like zephyr of the dawn, of shining sun's fair light thou news hast brought.
O thou Perfect Being, Source whence wisdom's mysteries arise;Things, the issue of thine essence, show wherein thy nature lies.Manifester of all wisdom, thou art he whose pen of mightHath with rays of stars illumined yonder gleaming page, the skies.That a happy star, indeed, the essence clear of whose bright selfTruly knoweth how the blessings from thy word that flow to prize.But a jewel flawed am faulty I: alas, forever standsBlank the page of my heart's journal from thought of thy writing wise.In the journal of my actions Evil's lines are black indeed;When I think of Day of Gathering's terrors, blood flows from my eyes.Gathering of my tears will form a torrent on the Reckoning Day,If the pearls, my tears, rejecting, he but view them to despise:Pearls my tears are, O Fuzuli, from the ocean deep of love;But they're pearls these, oh! most surely, that the Love of Allah buys!
O thou Perfect Being, Source whence wisdom's mysteries arise;Things, the issue of thine essence, show wherein thy nature lies.Manifester of all wisdom, thou art he whose pen of mightHath with rays of stars illumined yonder gleaming page, the skies.That a happy star, indeed, the essence clear of whose bright selfTruly knoweth how the blessings from thy word that flow to prize.But a jewel flawed am faulty I: alas, forever standsBlank the page of my heart's journal from thought of thy writing wise.In the journal of my actions Evil's lines are black indeed;When I think of Day of Gathering's terrors, blood flows from my eyes.Gathering of my tears will form a torrent on the Reckoning Day,If the pearls, my tears, rejecting, he but view them to despise:Pearls my tears are, O Fuzuli, from the ocean deep of love;But they're pearls these, oh! most surely, that the Love of Allah buys!
O thou Perfect Being, Source whence wisdom's mysteries arise;Things, the issue of thine essence, show wherein thy nature lies.Manifester of all wisdom, thou art he whose pen of mightHath with rays of stars illumined yonder gleaming page, the skies.That a happy star, indeed, the essence clear of whose bright selfTruly knoweth how the blessings from thy word that flow to prize.But a jewel flawed am faulty I: alas, forever standsBlank the page of my heart's journal from thought of thy writing wise.In the journal of my actions Evil's lines are black indeed;When I think of Day of Gathering's terrors, blood flows from my eyes.Gathering of my tears will form a torrent on the Reckoning Day,If the pearls, my tears, rejecting, he but view them to despise:Pearls my tears are, O Fuzuli, from the ocean deep of love;But they're pearls these, oh! most surely, that the Love of Allah buys!
O thou Perfect Being, Source whence wisdom's mysteries arise;
Things, the issue of thine essence, show wherein thy nature lies.
Manifester of all wisdom, thou art he whose pen of might
Hath with rays of stars illumined yonder gleaming page, the skies.
That a happy star, indeed, the essence clear of whose bright self
Truly knoweth how the blessings from thy word that flow to prize.
But a jewel flawed am faulty I: alas, forever stands
Blank the page of my heart's journal from thought of thy writing wise.
In the journal of my actions Evil's lines are black indeed;
When I think of Day of Gathering's terrors, blood flows from my eyes.
Gathering of my tears will form a torrent on the Reckoning Day,
If the pearls, my tears, rejecting, he but view them to despise:
Pearls my tears are, O Fuzuli, from the ocean deep of love;
But they're pearls these, oh! most surely, that the Love of Allah buys!
Is't strange if beauties' hearts turn blood through envy of thy cheek most fair?For that which stone to ruby turns is but the radiant sunlight's glare.Or strange is't if thine eyelash conquer all the stony-hearted ones?For meet an ebon shaft like that a barb of adamant should bear!Thy cheek's sun-love hath on the hard, hard hearts of fairy beauties fall'n,And many a steely-eyed one hath received thy bright reflection fair.The casket, thy sweet mouth, doth hold spellbound thehuri-faced ones all;The virtue of Suleiman's Ring was that fays thereto fealty sware.Is't strange if, seeing thee, they rub their faces lowly midst the dust?That down to Adam bowed the angel throng doth the Koran declare!On many and many a heart of stone have fall'n the pangs of love for thee!A fire that lies in stone concealed is thy heart-burning love's dread glare!Within her ward, with garments rent, on all sides rosy-cheeked ones stray;Fuzuli, through those radiant hues, that quarter beams a garden fair.
Is't strange if beauties' hearts turn blood through envy of thy cheek most fair?For that which stone to ruby turns is but the radiant sunlight's glare.Or strange is't if thine eyelash conquer all the stony-hearted ones?For meet an ebon shaft like that a barb of adamant should bear!Thy cheek's sun-love hath on the hard, hard hearts of fairy beauties fall'n,And many a steely-eyed one hath received thy bright reflection fair.The casket, thy sweet mouth, doth hold spellbound thehuri-faced ones all;The virtue of Suleiman's Ring was that fays thereto fealty sware.Is't strange if, seeing thee, they rub their faces lowly midst the dust?That down to Adam bowed the angel throng doth the Koran declare!On many and many a heart of stone have fall'n the pangs of love for thee!A fire that lies in stone concealed is thy heart-burning love's dread glare!Within her ward, with garments rent, on all sides rosy-cheeked ones stray;Fuzuli, through those radiant hues, that quarter beams a garden fair.
Is't strange if beauties' hearts turn blood through envy of thy cheek most fair?For that which stone to ruby turns is but the radiant sunlight's glare.Or strange is't if thine eyelash conquer all the stony-hearted ones?For meet an ebon shaft like that a barb of adamant should bear!Thy cheek's sun-love hath on the hard, hard hearts of fairy beauties fall'n,And many a steely-eyed one hath received thy bright reflection fair.The casket, thy sweet mouth, doth hold spellbound thehuri-faced ones all;The virtue of Suleiman's Ring was that fays thereto fealty sware.Is't strange if, seeing thee, they rub their faces lowly midst the dust?That down to Adam bowed the angel throng doth the Koran declare!On many and many a heart of stone have fall'n the pangs of love for thee!A fire that lies in stone concealed is thy heart-burning love's dread glare!Within her ward, with garments rent, on all sides rosy-cheeked ones stray;Fuzuli, through those radiant hues, that quarter beams a garden fair.
Is't strange if beauties' hearts turn blood through envy of thy cheek most fair?
For that which stone to ruby turns is but the radiant sunlight's glare.
Or strange is't if thine eyelash conquer all the stony-hearted ones?
For meet an ebon shaft like that a barb of adamant should bear!
Thy cheek's sun-love hath on the hard, hard hearts of fairy beauties fall'n,
And many a steely-eyed one hath received thy bright reflection fair.
The casket, thy sweet mouth, doth hold spellbound thehuri-faced ones all;
The virtue of Suleiman's Ring was that fays thereto fealty sware.
Is't strange if, seeing thee, they rub their faces lowly midst the dust?
That down to Adam bowed the angel throng doth the Koran declare!
On many and many a heart of stone have fall'n the pangs of love for thee!
A fire that lies in stone concealed is thy heart-burning love's dread glare!
Within her ward, with garments rent, on all sides rosy-cheeked ones stray;
Fuzuli, through those radiant hues, that quarter beams a garden fair.
From the turning of the Sphere my luck hath seen reverse and woe;Blood I've drunk, for from my banquet wine arose and forth did go.With the flame, my burning sighs, I've lit the wand'ring wildered heart;I'm a fire, doth not all that which turns about me roasted glow?With thy rubies wine contended—oh! how it hath lost its wits!Need 'tis yon ill-mannered wretch's company that we forego.Yonder moon saw not my burning's flame upon the parting day—How can e'er the sun about the taper all night burning know?Every eye that all around tears scatters, thinking of thy shaft,Is an oyster-shell that causeth rain-drops into pearls to grow.Forms my sighing's smoke a cloud that veils the bright cheek of the moon;Ah! that yon fair moon will ne'er the veil from off her beauty throw!Ne'er hath ceased the rival e'en within her ward to vex me sore;How say they, Fuzuli, "There's in Paradise nor grief nor woe"?
From the turning of the Sphere my luck hath seen reverse and woe;Blood I've drunk, for from my banquet wine arose and forth did go.With the flame, my burning sighs, I've lit the wand'ring wildered heart;I'm a fire, doth not all that which turns about me roasted glow?With thy rubies wine contended—oh! how it hath lost its wits!Need 'tis yon ill-mannered wretch's company that we forego.Yonder moon saw not my burning's flame upon the parting day—How can e'er the sun about the taper all night burning know?Every eye that all around tears scatters, thinking of thy shaft,Is an oyster-shell that causeth rain-drops into pearls to grow.Forms my sighing's smoke a cloud that veils the bright cheek of the moon;Ah! that yon fair moon will ne'er the veil from off her beauty throw!Ne'er hath ceased the rival e'en within her ward to vex me sore;How say they, Fuzuli, "There's in Paradise nor grief nor woe"?
From the turning of the Sphere my luck hath seen reverse and woe;Blood I've drunk, for from my banquet wine arose and forth did go.With the flame, my burning sighs, I've lit the wand'ring wildered heart;I'm a fire, doth not all that which turns about me roasted glow?With thy rubies wine contended—oh! how it hath lost its wits!Need 'tis yon ill-mannered wretch's company that we forego.Yonder moon saw not my burning's flame upon the parting day—How can e'er the sun about the taper all night burning know?Every eye that all around tears scatters, thinking of thy shaft,Is an oyster-shell that causeth rain-drops into pearls to grow.Forms my sighing's smoke a cloud that veils the bright cheek of the moon;Ah! that yon fair moon will ne'er the veil from off her beauty throw!Ne'er hath ceased the rival e'en within her ward to vex me sore;How say they, Fuzuli, "There's in Paradise nor grief nor woe"?
From the turning of the Sphere my luck hath seen reverse and woe;
Blood I've drunk, for from my banquet wine arose and forth did go.
With the flame, my burning sighs, I've lit the wand'ring wildered heart;
I'm a fire, doth not all that which turns about me roasted glow?
With thy rubies wine contended—oh! how it hath lost its wits!
Need 'tis yon ill-mannered wretch's company that we forego.
Yonder moon saw not my burning's flame upon the parting day—
How can e'er the sun about the taper all night burning know?
Every eye that all around tears scatters, thinking of thy shaft,
Is an oyster-shell that causeth rain-drops into pearls to grow.
Forms my sighing's smoke a cloud that veils the bright cheek of the moon;
Ah! that yon fair moon will ne'er the veil from off her beauty throw!
Ne'er hath ceased the rival e'en within her ward to vex me sore;
How say they, Fuzuli, "There's in Paradise nor grief nor woe"?
A stately Cypress yesterday her shade threw o'er my head;Her form was heart-ensnaring, heart-delighting her light tread;When speaking, sudden opened she her smiling rubies red,There a pistachio I beheld that drops of candy shed."This casket can it be a mouth? Ah! deign!" I said; said she:"Nay, nay, 'tis balm to cure thy hidden smart; aye, truly thine!"Down o'er her crescents she had pressed the turban she did wear,By which, from many broken hearts, sighs raised she of despair;She loosed her tresses—hid within the cloud her moon so fair,And o'er her visage I beheld the curls of her black hair."Those curling locks, say, are they then a chain?" I said; said she:"That round my cheek, a noose to take thy heart; aye, truly thine!"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 Hood 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 dewdrops shone, a bright and glistening spray."Pearls, say, are these, aye pearls from 'Aden's main?" I said; said she:"Tears, these, of poor Fuzuli, sad of heart; aye, truly thine!"
A stately Cypress yesterday her shade threw o'er my head;Her form was heart-ensnaring, heart-delighting her light tread;When speaking, sudden opened she her smiling rubies red,There a pistachio I beheld that drops of candy shed."This casket can it be a mouth? Ah! deign!" I said; said she:"Nay, nay, 'tis balm to cure thy hidden smart; aye, truly thine!"Down o'er her crescents she had pressed the turban she did wear,By which, from many broken hearts, sighs raised she of despair;She loosed her tresses—hid within the cloud her moon so fair,And o'er her visage I beheld the curls of her black hair."Those curling locks, say, are they then a chain?" I said; said she:"That round my cheek, a noose to take thy heart; aye, truly thine!"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 Hood 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 dewdrops shone, a bright and glistening spray."Pearls, say, are these, aye pearls from 'Aden's main?" I said; said she:"Tears, these, of poor Fuzuli, sad of heart; aye, truly thine!"
A stately Cypress yesterday her shade threw o'er my head;Her form was heart-ensnaring, heart-delighting her light tread;When speaking, sudden opened she her smiling rubies red,There a pistachio I beheld that drops of candy shed."This casket can it be a mouth? Ah! deign!" I said; said she:"Nay, nay, 'tis balm to cure thy hidden smart; aye, truly thine!"Down o'er her crescents she had pressed the turban she did wear,By which, from many broken hearts, sighs raised she of despair;She loosed her tresses—hid within the cloud her moon so fair,And o'er her visage I beheld the curls of her black hair."Those curling locks, say, are they then a chain?" I said; said she:"That round my cheek, a noose to take thy heart; aye, truly thine!"
A stately Cypress yesterday her shade threw o'er my head;
Her form was heart-ensnaring, heart-delighting her light tread;
When speaking, sudden opened she her smiling rubies red,
There a pistachio I beheld that drops of candy shed.
"This casket can it be a mouth? Ah! deign!" I said; said she:
"Nay, nay, 'tis balm to cure thy hidden smart; aye, truly thine!"
Down o'er her crescents she had pressed the turban she did wear,
By which, from many broken hearts, sighs raised she of despair;
She loosed her tresses—hid within the cloud her moon so fair,
And o'er her visage I beheld the curls of her black hair.
"Those curling locks, say, are they then a chain?" I said; said she:
"That round my cheek, a noose to take thy heart; aye, truly thine!"
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 Hood of thine shed 'neath my glance's dart; aye, truly thine!"
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 Hood 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!"
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!"
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 dewdrops shone, a bright and glistening spray."Pearls, say, are these, aye pearls from 'Aden's main?" I said; said she:"Tears, these, of poor Fuzuli, sad of heart; 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 dewdrops shone, a bright and glistening spray.
"Pearls, say, are these, aye pearls from 'Aden's main?" I said; said she:
"Tears, these, of poor Fuzuli, sad of heart; aye, truly thine!"
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.Ah! her face the rose, her shift rose-hued, her trousers red their shade;With its flame burns us the fiery garb in which thou are arrayed.Ne'er was born of Adam's children one like thee, O cruel maid!Moon and Sun, in beauty's circle, at thy fairness stand dismayed:Seems it thou the Sun for mother and the Moon for sire hast owned.Captive bound in thy red fillet, grieve I through thy musky hair;Prone I 'neath those golden anklets which thy silvern limbs do wear;Think not I am like thy fillet, empty of thy grace, O fair!Rather to the golden chain, which hangs thy cheek round, me compare:In my sad heart pangs a thousand from thy glance's shafts are found.Eyes with antimony darkened, hands with henna crimson dyed;Through these beauties vain and wanton like to thee was ne'er a bride.Bows of poplar green, thy painted brows; thy glances shafts provide.Poor Fuzuli for thine eyes and eyebrows aye hath longing cried:That the bird from bow and arrow flees not, well may all astound.
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.Ah! her face the rose, her shift rose-hued, her trousers red their shade;With its flame burns us the fiery garb in which thou are arrayed.Ne'er was born of Adam's children one like thee, O cruel maid!Moon and Sun, in beauty's circle, at thy fairness stand dismayed:Seems it thou the Sun for mother and the Moon for sire hast owned.Captive bound in thy red fillet, grieve I through thy musky hair;Prone I 'neath those golden anklets which thy silvern limbs do wear;Think not I am like thy fillet, empty of thy grace, O fair!Rather to the golden chain, which hangs thy cheek round, me compare:In my sad heart pangs a thousand from thy glance's shafts are found.Eyes with antimony darkened, hands with henna crimson dyed;Through these beauties vain and wanton like to thee was ne'er a bride.Bows of poplar green, thy painted brows; thy glances shafts provide.Poor Fuzuli for thine eyes and eyebrows aye hath longing cried:That the bird from bow and arrow flees not, well may all astound.
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!
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.
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.
Ah! her face the rose, her shift rose-hued, her trousers red their shade;With its flame burns us the fiery garb in which thou are arrayed.Ne'er was born of Adam's children one like thee, O cruel maid!Moon and Sun, in beauty's circle, at thy fairness stand dismayed:Seems it thou the Sun for mother and the Moon for sire hast owned.
Ah! her face the rose, her shift rose-hued, her trousers red their shade;
With its flame burns us the fiery garb in which thou are arrayed.
Ne'er was born of Adam's children one like thee, O cruel maid!
Moon and Sun, in beauty's circle, at thy fairness stand dismayed:
Seems it thou the Sun for mother and the Moon for sire hast owned.
Captive bound in thy red fillet, grieve I through thy musky hair;Prone I 'neath those golden anklets which thy silvern limbs do wear;Think not I am like thy fillet, empty of thy grace, O fair!Rather to the golden chain, which hangs thy cheek round, me compare:In my sad heart pangs a thousand from thy glance's shafts are found.
Captive bound in thy red fillet, grieve I through thy musky hair;
Prone I 'neath those golden anklets which thy silvern limbs do wear;
Think not I am like thy fillet, empty of thy grace, O fair!
Rather to the golden chain, which hangs thy cheek round, me compare:
In my sad heart pangs a thousand from thy glance's shafts are found.
Eyes with antimony darkened, hands with henna crimson dyed;Through these beauties vain and wanton like to thee was ne'er a bride.Bows of poplar green, thy painted brows; thy glances shafts provide.Poor Fuzuli for thine eyes and eyebrows aye hath longing cried:That the bird from bow and arrow flees not, well may all astound.
Eyes with antimony darkened, hands with henna crimson dyed;
Through these beauties vain and wanton like to thee was ne'er a bride.
Bows of poplar green, thy painted brows; thy glances shafts provide.
Poor Fuzuli for thine eyes and eyebrows aye hath longing cried:
That the bird from bow and arrow flees not, well may all astound.
Yield not the soul to pang of Love, for Love's the soul's fierce glow;That Love's the torment of the soul doth all the wide world know.Seek not for gain from fancy wild of pang of Love at all;For all that comes from fancy wild of Love's pang is griefs throe.Each curving eyebrow is a blood-stained saber thee to slay;Each dusky curl, a deadly venomed snake to work thee woe.Lovely, indeed, the forms of moon-like maidens are to see—Lovely to see, but ah! the end doth bitter anguish show.From this I know full well that torment dire in love abides,That all who lovers are, engrossed with sighs, rove to and fro.Call not to mind the pupils of the black-eyed damsels bright,With thought, "I'm man"; be not deceived, 'tis blood they drink, I trow.E'en if Fuzuli should declare, "In fair ones there is troth,"Be not deceived—"A poet's words are falsehoods all men know."
Yield not the soul to pang of Love, for Love's the soul's fierce glow;That Love's the torment of the soul doth all the wide world know.Seek not for gain from fancy wild of pang of Love at all;For all that comes from fancy wild of Love's pang is griefs throe.Each curving eyebrow is a blood-stained saber thee to slay;Each dusky curl, a deadly venomed snake to work thee woe.Lovely, indeed, the forms of moon-like maidens are to see—Lovely to see, but ah! the end doth bitter anguish show.From this I know full well that torment dire in love abides,That all who lovers are, engrossed with sighs, rove to and fro.Call not to mind the pupils of the black-eyed damsels bright,With thought, "I'm man"; be not deceived, 'tis blood they drink, I trow.E'en if Fuzuli should declare, "In fair ones there is troth,"Be not deceived—"A poet's words are falsehoods all men know."
Yield not the soul to pang of Love, for Love's the soul's fierce glow;That Love's the torment of the soul doth all the wide world know.Seek not for gain from fancy wild of pang of Love at all;For all that comes from fancy wild of Love's pang is griefs throe.Each curving eyebrow is a blood-stained saber thee to slay;Each dusky curl, a deadly venomed snake to work thee woe.Lovely, indeed, the forms of moon-like maidens are to see—Lovely to see, but ah! the end doth bitter anguish show.From this I know full well that torment dire in love abides,That all who lovers are, engrossed with sighs, rove to and fro.Call not to mind the pupils of the black-eyed damsels bright,With thought, "I'm man"; be not deceived, 'tis blood they drink, I trow.E'en if Fuzuli should declare, "In fair ones there is troth,"Be not deceived—"A poet's words are falsehoods all men know."
Yield not the soul to pang of Love, for Love's the soul's fierce glow;
That Love's the torment of the soul doth all the wide world know.
Seek not for gain from fancy wild of pang of Love at all;
For all that comes from fancy wild of Love's pang is griefs throe.
Each curving eyebrow is a blood-stained saber thee to slay;
Each dusky curl, a deadly venomed snake to work thee woe.
Lovely, indeed, the forms of moon-like maidens are to see—
Lovely to see, but ah! the end doth bitter anguish show.
From this I know full well that torment dire in love abides,
That all who lovers are, engrossed with sighs, rove to and fro.
Call not to mind the pupils of the black-eyed damsels bright,
With thought, "I'm man"; be not deceived, 'tis blood they drink, I trow.
E'en if Fuzuli should declare, "In fair ones there is troth,"
Be not deceived—"A poet's words are falsehoods all men know."
Quoth Mejnun: "O sole friend of true plight!With counsel many have tried me to guide right;Many with wisdom gifted have advice shown,But yet this fiend hath been by no one o'erthrown;Much gold has on the earth been strewn round,But yet this Stone of Alchemist by none's found.Collyrium I know that doth increase light,What use though is it if the eye doth lack sight?I know that greatest kindliness in thee lies,What use, though, when my fate doth ever dark rise?Upon my gloomy fortune I no faith lay,Impossible my hope appeareth alway.Ah! though in this thou shouldest ever hard toil,The end at length will surely all thy plans foil.No kindliness to me my closest friends show;Who is a friend to him whom he doth deem foe?I know my fortune evil is and woe-fraught;The search for solace is to me, save pain, naught.There is a gazel that doth well my lot show,Which constant I repeat where'er my steps go."
Quoth Mejnun: "O sole friend of true plight!With counsel many have tried me to guide right;Many with wisdom gifted have advice shown,But yet this fiend hath been by no one o'erthrown;Much gold has on the earth been strewn round,But yet this Stone of Alchemist by none's found.Collyrium I know that doth increase light,What use though is it if the eye doth lack sight?I know that greatest kindliness in thee lies,What use, though, when my fate doth ever dark rise?Upon my gloomy fortune I no faith lay,Impossible my hope appeareth alway.Ah! though in this thou shouldest ever hard toil,The end at length will surely all thy plans foil.No kindliness to me my closest friends show;Who is a friend to him whom he doth deem foe?I know my fortune evil is and woe-fraught;The search for solace is to me, save pain, naught.There is a gazel that doth well my lot show,Which constant I repeat where'er my steps go."
Quoth Mejnun: "O sole friend of true plight!With counsel many have tried me to guide right;Many with wisdom gifted have advice shown,But yet this fiend hath been by no one o'erthrown;Much gold has on the earth been strewn round,But yet this Stone of Alchemist by none's found.Collyrium I know that doth increase light,What use though is it if the eye doth lack sight?I know that greatest kindliness in thee lies,What use, though, when my fate doth ever dark rise?Upon my gloomy fortune I no faith lay,Impossible my hope appeareth alway.Ah! though in this thou shouldest ever hard toil,The end at length will surely all thy plans foil.No kindliness to me my closest friends show;Who is a friend to him whom he doth deem foe?I know my fortune evil is and woe-fraught;The search for solace is to me, save pain, naught.There is a gazel that doth well my lot show,Which constant I repeat where'er my steps go."
Quoth Mejnun: "O sole friend of true plight!
With counsel many have tried me to guide right;
Many with wisdom gifted have advice shown,
But yet this fiend hath been by no one o'erthrown;
Much gold has on the earth been strewn round,
But yet this Stone of Alchemist by none's found.
Collyrium I know that doth increase light,
What use though is it if the eye doth lack sight?
I know that greatest kindliness in thee lies,
What use, though, when my fate doth ever dark rise?
Upon my gloomy fortune I no faith lay,
Impossible my hope appeareth alway.
Ah! though in this thou shouldest ever hard toil,
The end at length will surely all thy plans foil.
No kindliness to me my closest friends show;
Who is a friend to him whom he doth deem foe?
I know my fortune evil is and woe-fraught;
The search for solace is to me, save pain, naught.
There is a gazel that doth well my lot show,
Which constant I repeat where'er my steps go."
From whomsoe'er I've sought for troth but bitterest disdain I've seen;Whome'er within this faithless world I've trusted, all most vain I've seen.To whomsoe'er I've told my woes, in hope to find some balm therefor,Than e'en myself o'erwhelmed and sunk in deeper, sadder pain I've seen.From out mine aching heart no one hath driven cruel grief away,That those my friends of pleasure's hour affection did but feign I've seen.Although I've clutched its mantle, life hath turned away its face from me;And though I faith from mirror hoped, there persecuted swain I've seen.At gate of hope I set my foot, bewilderment held forth its hand,Alas! whene'er hope's thread I've seized, in hand the serpent's train I've seen.A hundred times the Sphere hath shown to me my darksome fortune's star;Whene'er my horoscope I've cast, but blackest, deepest stain I've seen.Fuzuli, blush not then, should I from mankind turn my face away;For why? From all to whom I've looked, but reason sad too plain I've seen.
From whomsoe'er I've sought for troth but bitterest disdain I've seen;Whome'er within this faithless world I've trusted, all most vain I've seen.To whomsoe'er I've told my woes, in hope to find some balm therefor,Than e'en myself o'erwhelmed and sunk in deeper, sadder pain I've seen.From out mine aching heart no one hath driven cruel grief away,That those my friends of pleasure's hour affection did but feign I've seen.Although I've clutched its mantle, life hath turned away its face from me;And though I faith from mirror hoped, there persecuted swain I've seen.At gate of hope I set my foot, bewilderment held forth its hand,Alas! whene'er hope's thread I've seized, in hand the serpent's train I've seen.A hundred times the Sphere hath shown to me my darksome fortune's star;Whene'er my horoscope I've cast, but blackest, deepest stain I've seen.Fuzuli, blush not then, should I from mankind turn my face away;For why? From all to whom I've looked, but reason sad too plain I've seen.
From whomsoe'er I've sought for troth but bitterest disdain I've seen;Whome'er within this faithless world I've trusted, all most vain I've seen.To whomsoe'er I've told my woes, in hope to find some balm therefor,Than e'en myself o'erwhelmed and sunk in deeper, sadder pain I've seen.From out mine aching heart no one hath driven cruel grief away,That those my friends of pleasure's hour affection did but feign I've seen.Although I've clutched its mantle, life hath turned away its face from me;And though I faith from mirror hoped, there persecuted swain I've seen.At gate of hope I set my foot, bewilderment held forth its hand,Alas! whene'er hope's thread I've seized, in hand the serpent's train I've seen.A hundred times the Sphere hath shown to me my darksome fortune's star;Whene'er my horoscope I've cast, but blackest, deepest stain I've seen.Fuzuli, blush not then, should I from mankind turn my face away;For why? From all to whom I've looked, but reason sad too plain I've seen.
From whomsoe'er I've sought for troth but bitterest disdain I've seen;
Whome'er within this faithless world I've trusted, all most vain I've seen.
To whomsoe'er I've told my woes, in hope to find some balm therefor,
Than e'en myself o'erwhelmed and sunk in deeper, sadder pain I've seen.
From out mine aching heart no one hath driven cruel grief away,
That those my friends of pleasure's hour affection did but feign I've seen.
Although I've clutched its mantle, life hath turned away its face from me;
And though I faith from mirror hoped, there persecuted swain I've seen.
At gate of hope I set my foot, bewilderment held forth its hand,
Alas! whene'er hope's thread I've seized, in hand the serpent's train I've seen.
A hundred times the Sphere hath shown to me my darksome fortune's star;
Whene'er my horoscope I've cast, but blackest, deepest stain I've seen.
Fuzuli, blush not then, should I from mankind turn my face away;
For why? From all to whom I've looked, but reason sad too plain I've seen.
His grief and mourning Zeyd renewed alway,From bitter wailing ceased he not, he wept aye.That faithful, loving, ever-constant friend dear.One night, when was the rise of the True Dawn near,Feeling that in his wasted frame no strength stayed,Had gone, and down upon that grave himself laid.There, in his sleep, he saw a wondrous fair sight,A lovely garden, and two beauties, moon-bright;Through transport rapturous, their cheeks with light glow;Far distant now, all fear of anguish, pain, woe;With happiness and ecstasy and joy blest,From rivals' persecutions these have found rest;A thousand angel-forms to each fair beauty,With single heart, perform the servant's duty.He, wondering, question made: "What Moons so bright these?What lofty, honored Sovereigns of might these?What garden, most exalted, is this parterre?What throng so bright and beautiful, the throng there?"They answer gave: "Lo! Eden's shining bowers these;That radiant throng, the Heaven-born Youths and Houris;These two resplendent forms, bright as the fair moon,These are the ever-faithful—Leyli, Mejnun!Since pure within the vale of love they sojourned,And kept that purity till they to dust turned,Are Eden's everlasting bowers their home now,To them the Houris and the Youths as slaves bow:Since these, while on the earth, all woe resigned met,And patience aye before them in each grief set,When forth they fled from this false, faithless world's bound,From all those pangs and sorrows they release found!"
His grief and mourning Zeyd renewed alway,From bitter wailing ceased he not, he wept aye.That faithful, loving, ever-constant friend dear.One night, when was the rise of the True Dawn near,Feeling that in his wasted frame no strength stayed,Had gone, and down upon that grave himself laid.There, in his sleep, he saw a wondrous fair sight,A lovely garden, and two beauties, moon-bright;Through transport rapturous, their cheeks with light glow;Far distant now, all fear of anguish, pain, woe;With happiness and ecstasy and joy blest,From rivals' persecutions these have found rest;A thousand angel-forms to each fair beauty,With single heart, perform the servant's duty.He, wondering, question made: "What Moons so bright these?What lofty, honored Sovereigns of might these?What garden, most exalted, is this parterre?What throng so bright and beautiful, the throng there?"They answer gave: "Lo! Eden's shining bowers these;That radiant throng, the Heaven-born Youths and Houris;These two resplendent forms, bright as the fair moon,These are the ever-faithful—Leyli, Mejnun!Since pure within the vale of love they sojourned,And kept that purity till they to dust turned,Are Eden's everlasting bowers their home now,To them the Houris and the Youths as slaves bow:Since these, while on the earth, all woe resigned met,And patience aye before them in each grief set,When forth they fled from this false, faithless world's bound,From all those pangs and sorrows they release found!"
His grief and mourning Zeyd renewed alway,From bitter wailing ceased he not, he wept aye.That faithful, loving, ever-constant friend dear.One night, when was the rise of the True Dawn near,Feeling that in his wasted frame no strength stayed,Had gone, and down upon that grave himself laid.There, in his sleep, he saw a wondrous fair sight,A lovely garden, and two beauties, moon-bright;Through transport rapturous, their cheeks with light glow;Far distant now, all fear of anguish, pain, woe;With happiness and ecstasy and joy blest,From rivals' persecutions these have found rest;A thousand angel-forms to each fair beauty,With single heart, perform the servant's duty.He, wondering, question made: "What Moons so bright these?What lofty, honored Sovereigns of might these?What garden, most exalted, is this parterre?What throng so bright and beautiful, the throng there?"They answer gave: "Lo! Eden's shining bowers these;That radiant throng, the Heaven-born Youths and Houris;These two resplendent forms, bright as the fair moon,These are the ever-faithful—Leyli, Mejnun!Since pure within the vale of love they sojourned,And kept that purity till they to dust turned,Are Eden's everlasting bowers their home now,To them the Houris and the Youths as slaves bow:Since these, while on the earth, all woe resigned met,And patience aye before them in each grief set,When forth they fled from this false, faithless world's bound,From all those pangs and sorrows they release found!"
His grief and mourning Zeyd renewed alway,
From bitter wailing ceased he not, he wept aye.
That faithful, loving, ever-constant friend dear.
One night, when was the rise of the True Dawn near,
Feeling that in his wasted frame no strength stayed,
Had gone, and down upon that grave himself laid.
There, in his sleep, he saw a wondrous fair sight,
A lovely garden, and two beauties, moon-bright;
Through transport rapturous, their cheeks with light glow;
Far distant now, all fear of anguish, pain, woe;
With happiness and ecstasy and joy blest,
From rivals' persecutions these have found rest;
A thousand angel-forms to each fair beauty,
With single heart, perform the servant's duty.
He, wondering, question made: "What Moons so bright these?
What lofty, honored Sovereigns of might these?
What garden, most exalted, is this parterre?
What throng so bright and beautiful, the throng there?"
They answer gave: "Lo! Eden's shining bowers these;
That radiant throng, the Heaven-born Youths and Houris;
These two resplendent forms, bright as the fair moon,
These are the ever-faithful—Leyli, Mejnun!
Since pure within the vale of love they sojourned,
And kept that purity till they to dust turned,
Are Eden's everlasting bowers their home now,
To them the Houris and the Youths as slaves bow:
Since these, while on the earth, all woe resigned met,
And patience aye before them in each grief set,
When forth they fled from this false, faithless world's bound,
From all those pangs and sorrows they release found!"