XXXVIII: I am intoxicated with that countenance, which hath…

I am intoxicated with that countenance, which hath sleepy, languid eyes:
By them, I become so cut and gashed, thou wouldst say, those eyes sharp swords contain.

My beloved, in loveliness and grace, is incomparable, and without equal:
But, than her whole person, more splendid, and more radiant are her eyes.

I have seen the fine eyes of very many fair ones, in my lifetime;
But only one, here and there, hath lashes full and long like thine.

Tho' the prelate and the priest may admire them a hundred times,
Can the Houri have brighter eyes, than those dark ones of thine?

Those marplots are sitting together, talking about the poor lover;
Consequently, he keepeth his eyes, to this degree, averted from thy face.

Wheresoever thou art, there, and there only, will my sight be directed
Wherever the heron may be, there the falcon directeth his eyes.

There is not, in the wide world--tho' I am constantly in search--
One such fair charmer, that may, to day, possess bewitching eyes.

She looketh upon no one--to what degree will the pride of her beauty go?
See how long this wayward creature will look so proudly from her eyes.

'Tis well for them, who are happy in the society of the beloved of their hearts;
For every hour, on the face of their dear ones, they charm their eyes.

Draw near, if thou wouldst behold Khushhal in sorrow and grief--
Day and night, from thee severed, his eyes with tears o'erflow!