When I Saw My Love's Hair

When I saw my love's hair, ambergris-hued, o'er her visage shake,
"Strange," I thought, "a moon, musk-shedding, 'midst the flowers its bed should make!"

How thy locks, moon-face, are fallen o'er thy cheek in many a curl!
As in day he lies reposing, so in strength doth gain the snake.

From thy cheek the rose and tulip tint and scent have stol'n indeed;
Therefore through the bazar round they bear them, bounden to the stake.