From Thine Own Beauty's Radiant Sun Doth Light

From thine own beauty's radiant sun doth light flow;
How lustrously doth now the crystal glass show!

Thy friend 's the beaker, and the cup 's thy comrade;
Like to the dregs why dost thou me aside throw?

Hearts longing for thy beauty can resist not;
Hold, none can bear the dazzling vision's bright glow!

United now the lover, and now parted;
This world is sometimes pleasure and sometimes woe.

Bound in the spell of thy locks' chain is Bâqî,
Mad he, my Liege, and to the mad they grace show.