Classic Poem

If the heart achieves the status of a mirror
The sight of the beloved [God] is free

O [my] tongue, help me [and speak], as today [my] beloved
Is awaiting to hear the splendid description [of her beauty]

Do not ask Bu Ali* about the wisdom of love
He has not learned the rules of this art

The mirror, sitting together with you [O my love]
Has roused the envy of the bed of roses

([Lovers] in peace are wakeful, because of you
"Paupers have no fear of robbers"

[O my love] just have a look at "Vali" for a while
He is waiting for your sight since the morning