XVI: Since I have turned my back home and…

Since I have turned my back home and family unto,
For other chattels or effects, what necessity have I?

That for ever smooth, and without wrinkle, thy forehead may be,
All these troubles make thou over unto the sovereign of Chin.

The blood of my own heart I am well pleased to drink;
For the fly never approacheth near unto this tray of mine.

It would not, with its consent, in the garden stay a moment:
'Tis well the thorn seized the rose's garment by the hem.

Do hearts then trip along in the direction of thy curls;
Or doth the caravan of Rum unto India wend its way?

How shall those eyes of thine a glance on the humble bestow,
When thine eyelashes, thro' arrogance, to the heavens are upturned?

In those worldly dwellings of thine, may all happiness be;
But wandering Shaida is going to the deserts and wilds!