The Unseen Beloved

Without seeing thy face we have given thee a place in our own eye, like the pupil.
I have only heard thy name and I love thee. I have not seen thee, and yet I love thee as if I had seen and known thee.
The light of the face of the sun is tossing about (is glancing to and fro). Why? Because it has been wounded by the sword of our angry eye.
Beware, O Shiring. Be not forward in treading the path of love. Have you never heard what befell Farhad?
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Sultan of Delhi Raziyya Begam
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