Soon as I Beheld Thee

Soon as I beheld thee, mazed and wildered grew my sad heart;
How shall I my love disclose to thee who tyrant dread art?

How shall I hold straight upon my road, when yonder Torment
Smitten hath my breast with deadly wounds by her eyelash-dart?

Face, a rose; and mouth, a rosebud; form, a slender sapling —
How shall I not be the slave of Princess such as thou art?

Ne'er hath heart a beauty seen like her of graceful figure;
Joyous would I for yon charmer's eyebrow with my life part.

Fârisî, what can I do but love that peerless beauty?
Ah! this aged Sphere hath made me lover of yon sweetheart.