Cast off thy veil, and heaven and earth in dazzling light array!As radiant Paradise, this poor demented world display!Move thou thy lips, make play the ripples light of Kevser's pool!Let loose thy scented locks, and odors sweet through earth convey!A musky warrant by thy down was traced, and zephyr charged:"Speed, with this scent subdue the realms of China and Cathay!"O heart! should not thy portion be the Water bright of Life,A thousand times mayst thou pursue Iskender's darksome way.O Zeyneb, woman's love of earthly show leave thou behind;Go manly forth, with single heart, forsake adornment gay!
Cast off thy veil, and heaven and earth in dazzling light array!As radiant Paradise, this poor demented world display!Move thou thy lips, make play the ripples light of Kevser's pool!Let loose thy scented locks, and odors sweet through earth convey!A musky warrant by thy down was traced, and zephyr charged:"Speed, with this scent subdue the realms of China and Cathay!"O heart! should not thy portion be the Water bright of Life,A thousand times mayst thou pursue Iskender's darksome way.O Zeyneb, woman's love of earthly show leave thou behind;Go manly forth, with single heart, forsake adornment gay!
Cast off thy veil, and heaven and earth in dazzling light array!As radiant Paradise, this poor demented world display!Move thou thy lips, make play the ripples light of Kevser's pool!Let loose thy scented locks, and odors sweet through earth convey!A musky warrant by thy down was traced, and zephyr charged:"Speed, with this scent subdue the realms of China and Cathay!"O heart! should not thy portion be the Water bright of Life,A thousand times mayst thou pursue Iskender's darksome way.O Zeyneb, woman's love of earthly show leave thou behind;Go manly forth, with single heart, forsake adornment gay!
Cast off thy veil, and heaven and earth in dazzling light array!
As radiant Paradise, this poor demented world display!
Move thou thy lips, make play the ripples light of Kevser's pool!
Let loose thy scented locks, and odors sweet through earth convey!
A musky warrant by thy down was traced, and zephyr charged:
"Speed, with this scent subdue the realms of China and Cathay!"
O heart! should not thy portion be the Water bright of Life,
A thousand times mayst thou pursue Iskender's darksome way.
O Zeyneb, woman's love of earthly show leave thou behind;
Go manly forth, with single heart, forsake adornment gay!
Once from sleep I oped my eyes, I raised my head, when full in sightThere before me stood a moon-faced beauty, lovely, shining, bright.Thought I: "In th' ascendant's now my star, or I my fate have reached,For within my chamber sure is risen Jupiter this night."Radiance from his beauty streaming saw I, though to outward view(While himself a Moslem) he in garb of infidel is dight.Though I oped my eyes or closed them, still the form was ever there;Thus I fancied to myself: "A fairy this or angel bright?"Till the Resurrection ne'er shall Mihri gain the Stream of Life;Yet in Night's deep gloom Iskender gleamed before her wond'ring sight.
Once from sleep I oped my eyes, I raised my head, when full in sightThere before me stood a moon-faced beauty, lovely, shining, bright.Thought I: "In th' ascendant's now my star, or I my fate have reached,For within my chamber sure is risen Jupiter this night."Radiance from his beauty streaming saw I, though to outward view(While himself a Moslem) he in garb of infidel is dight.Though I oped my eyes or closed them, still the form was ever there;Thus I fancied to myself: "A fairy this or angel bright?"Till the Resurrection ne'er shall Mihri gain the Stream of Life;Yet in Night's deep gloom Iskender gleamed before her wond'ring sight.
Once from sleep I oped my eyes, I raised my head, when full in sightThere before me stood a moon-faced beauty, lovely, shining, bright.Thought I: "In th' ascendant's now my star, or I my fate have reached,For within my chamber sure is risen Jupiter this night."Radiance from his beauty streaming saw I, though to outward view(While himself a Moslem) he in garb of infidel is dight.Though I oped my eyes or closed them, still the form was ever there;Thus I fancied to myself: "A fairy this or angel bright?"Till the Resurrection ne'er shall Mihri gain the Stream of Life;Yet in Night's deep gloom Iskender gleamed before her wond'ring sight.
Once from sleep I oped my eyes, I raised my head, when full in sight
There before me stood a moon-faced beauty, lovely, shining, bright.
Thought I: "In th' ascendant's now my star, or I my fate have reached,
For within my chamber sure is risen Jupiter this night."
Radiance from his beauty streaming saw I, though to outward view
(While himself a Moslem) he in garb of infidel is dight.
Though I oped my eyes or closed them, still the form was ever there;
Thus I fancied to myself: "A fairy this or angel bright?"
Till the Resurrection ne'er shall Mihri gain the Stream of Life;
Yet in Night's deep gloom Iskender gleamed before her wond'ring sight.
Faithful and kind a friend I hoped that thou wouldst prove to me;Who would have thought so cruel and fierce a tyrant in thee to see?Thou who the newly oped rose art of the Garden of Paradise,That every thorn and thistle thou lov'st—how can it fitting be?I curse thee not, but of God Most High, Our Lord, I make this prayer—That thou may'st love a pitiless one in tyranny like to thee.In such a plight am I now, alack! that the curser saith to his foe:"Be thy fortune dark and thy portion black, even as those of Mihri!"
Faithful and kind a friend I hoped that thou wouldst prove to me;Who would have thought so cruel and fierce a tyrant in thee to see?Thou who the newly oped rose art of the Garden of Paradise,That every thorn and thistle thou lov'st—how can it fitting be?I curse thee not, but of God Most High, Our Lord, I make this prayer—That thou may'st love a pitiless one in tyranny like to thee.In such a plight am I now, alack! that the curser saith to his foe:"Be thy fortune dark and thy portion black, even as those of Mihri!"
Faithful and kind a friend I hoped that thou wouldst prove to me;Who would have thought so cruel and fierce a tyrant in thee to see?Thou who the newly oped rose art of the Garden of Paradise,That every thorn and thistle thou lov'st—how can it fitting be?I curse thee not, but of God Most High, Our Lord, I make this prayer—That thou may'st love a pitiless one in tyranny like to thee.In such a plight am I now, alack! that the curser saith to his foe:"Be thy fortune dark and thy portion black, even as those of Mihri!"
Faithful and kind a friend I hoped that thou wouldst prove to me;
Who would have thought so cruel and fierce a tyrant in thee to see?
Thou who the newly oped rose art of the Garden of Paradise,
That every thorn and thistle thou lov'st—how can it fitting be?
I curse thee not, but of God Most High, Our Lord, I make this prayer—
That thou may'st love a pitiless one in tyranny like to thee.
In such a plight am I now, alack! that the curser saith to his foe:
"Be thy fortune dark and thy portion black, even as those of Mihri!"