Gazel
G AZEL
The sun of love for thy fair cheek the heart's core floods with radiant light;
The soul's most secret court is filled with dazzling rays at Thy sweet sight.
With union's joys though blest one be, or though with pangs of absence torn,
Are still sad wail and plaintive cry the e'er-true signs of lovelorn plight.
Then welcome, O thou gentlest breeze, that bear'st to him who dwells midst woe,
As news from yonder absent maid the sweet scent of her garment white.
Of gilded halls no need in sooth to libertines when wine flows free;
Some ruined den beseems them more, like Jemsh i d's hut of woeful site.
The sparks raised by my passioned sighs' and plainings' smoke are each one quenched;
For every tear that rolleth down upon my robe's a rich pearl bright.
O " A rif! this poor captive bird hath grown to love th' entangling snare;
For curling locks to careworn hearts afford a refuge sure from fright.
The sun of love for thy fair cheek the heart's core floods with radiant light;
The soul's most secret court is filled with dazzling rays at Thy sweet sight.
With union's joys though blest one be, or though with pangs of absence torn,
Are still sad wail and plaintive cry the e'er-true signs of lovelorn plight.
Then welcome, O thou gentlest breeze, that bear'st to him who dwells midst woe,
As news from yonder absent maid the sweet scent of her garment white.
Of gilded halls no need in sooth to libertines when wine flows free;
Some ruined den beseems them more, like Jemsh i d's hut of woeful site.
The sparks raised by my passioned sighs' and plainings' smoke are each one quenched;
For every tear that rolleth down upon my robe's a rich pearl bright.
O " A rif! this poor captive bird hath grown to love th' entangling snare;
For curling locks to careworn hearts afford a refuge sure from fright.
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