XI: In this world, the countenance of the beloved…

In this world, the countenance of the beloved is the object--there is naught else;
Whatever it is, the sight of the adored-one is desired, and naught else.

When I contemplate separation and association with the beloved,
The one is torment, the other a paradise of flowers, and naught else.

Each of the eyelashes of the beloved pierceth me to this degree,
That I declare it is the two-edged sword of Aeali, and naught else.

It requireth a hero to raise the tresses around her face:
The last is a treasure-hoard, the others are snakes; and naught else.

How shall I recite the praises of the charms of the fair!
I speak briefly--they are innumerable, and naught else.

In whatever direction I listen, with the ears of the heart,
I find it is all love's market in a bustle, and naught else.

The whole of the world's factories, that one seeth around him,
They all belong unto the empire of love, and naught else.

Every physician before whom I present myself saith,
"Thou art sick through love; indeed, it is naught else."

Should poor Rahman place his affections on any other save thee,
He will assuredly be deserving of death, and naught else.