The Mem'ry of His Glance Hid

The mem'ry of his glance hid in my breast deep laid I found;
It seemed as though a fawn within the lion's glade I found.

O heart! a parallel unto those eyebrows and that glance,
In Rustem's deadly bow and Qahramân's bright blade I found.

When, through my grieving at thine absence, dead of woe was I,
That mem'ry of thy rubies' kiss new life conveyed I found.

My heart's wound, through the beauty of the spring of love for thee,
By turns, rose, tulip, Judas-tree of crimson shade, I found.

Is't strange, O Fitnet, if my soul around do scatter gems?
Within the ink-horn's vault a hidden treasure laid I found.