LVIII: The sword that is sharpened, without doubt, is…

The sword that is sharpened, without doubt, is for smiting; is it not?
The locks that are curled, certes, are for one's own lover; are they not?

Wherefore sayest thou unto me, "Cast not thine eyes upon the fair!"
The eyes that have been given one, doubtless are for seeing; are they not?

Let the monk fast and pray; but I will the flowing goblet seize:
Every man is created to fulfil, each his own part; is he not?

Thou wast saying, that the kissing of thy lips is like unto an elixir--
I stand in need of such: 'tis for the wounds of the heart; is it not?

Thou drinkest my very heart's blood; but it is for none else besides--
My heart was formed for thee, thou barbarous one! was it not?

Why weepest and complainest thou about the dark curls of the beloved?
Thy going before those black snakes, is of thine own accord; is it not?

They will themselves appear like unto mere weeds in comparison to it--
Then, the tulip and the rose thou wilt bring before thy face; wilt thou not?

There is wine, O Khushhal! there are harp and flute; therefore, with thy beloved,
With thy tablets in thy hand, unto the garden thou wilt go; wilt thou not?