XXXIV: Amongst the whole village, my beloved is that…

Amongst the whole village, my beloved is that person,
Who, throughout the whole tribe, is celebrated--that person.

Though, in resemblance and in qualities, she may human seem;
But, in truth, from head to foot, she is like a fairy--that person.

'Tis for this reason that I am as a nightingale towards her,
That, in loveliness, she is like unto a bower of roses--that person.

Notwithstanding she may reproach me, or become angry with me;
Yet still, from her mouth, she is a scatterer of sweets--that person.

Whether her curly ringlets, her top-knot, or her side locks;
She is the fragrant musk of Tatary entirely--that person.

Let it not happen that I miss her in a crowd, but in case I should,
Know, that she is fawn-eyed and rosy-cheeked--that person.

In place of a veil, I will present her my head as an offering,
Should she nourish the desire to possess it--that person.

When I seek to kiss her, she censureth and rebuketh me--
She is severe and tyrannical beyond measure--that person.

When arrayed, from head to foot, in gold-embroidered garments,
From head to foot she is a golden picture--that person.

Wherefore, O partridge! art thou so proud of thy gait;
For her step is far more graceful than thine--that person!

Since her form and disposition perfectly harmonize together,
Unto the heart of Khushhal she is precious--that person.