Wherein Beauty has established her sanctuary;
And the sighs which escape from it
Are like the loud ringing bells.[5]

Ah! too fascinating object! how dangerous
Are thy looks!--they wound indifferently
The hearts of young and old: they are
More to be dreaded than the fatal arrows of the mighty Toos.[6]
Delight us with a glimpse of thy lovely form;
Charm our senses by the elegance of thy attitudes;
Our hearts are transported by thy glances.
The proud peacock, covered with confusion,
Dares not display before thee the rich
And pompous variety of his plumage.
Thy ebon ringlets are chains, which hold
Monarchs in captivity, and make
Them slaves to the power of thy charms.

The dust on which thou treadest becomes an ornament,
Worthy of the imperial diadem of Caus.[7]
Haughty kings now prostrate themselves
Before Khacan,[8] since he has obtained
A favourable look from the object of his love.


II.

That blessing which the fountain of life
Bestowed in former ages on Khezr[9]
Thy lips can communicate in a manner