Before Thy Form

Before thy form, the box-tree's lissom figure dwarfed would show;
Those locks of thine the pride of ambergris would overthrow.

Who, seeing thy cheek's glow, recalls the ruby is deceived;
He who hath drunken deep of wine inebriate doth grow.

Should she move forth with figure like the juniper in grace,
The garden's cypress to the loved one's form must bend right low.

Beware, give not the mirror bright to yonder paynim maid,
Lest she idolater become, when there her face doth show.

Bâqî, doth he not drink the wine of obligation's grape,
Who drunken with A-lestu's cup's o'erwhelming draught doth go?