LXXV: Like as I my dear one love, there…

Like as I my dear one love, there will not be another so loving:
Like as I am disconsolate for her, there will be none other so wretched.

She herself killeth me, indeed, and then again she mourneth over me
How good a friend! how great her love! such be my death and elegy!

A perfect garden is her lovely face, containing flowers of every hue:
Enjoy spring's pleasant time; for garden such as this, none other will there be!

Behold the tulip--that heart-seared flower--in blood ensanguined!
No martyr, from time's beginning, e'er donned such winding-sheet!

Look upon those her sable locks, and upon both those lovely cheeks!
Within the world's parterre are no such spikenards, no such lilies found.

Shouldst thou a mantle from the rose-leaves make, even they would irritate:
Like unto this delicate body of thine, no one such another possesseth.

Such as that, which both day and night, I behold, my dwelling within,
Poor Majnun, during life's whole course, will never have looked upon.

If such the law, or such her custom be, the Hindu female's right is constancy,
That sitteth down upon her lover's pyre: what other would such burning bear?

That some one, in sorrow, might wring her hands, and weep and wail for thee,
Such is not death, but life itself, if such thy death might be.

The bliss of Iram I enjoyed, the precincts of thy courts within,
Delighted with fortune and fate, that such a home to Khushhal gave.

In Persian, thou must know, such strains will not be heard,
As those that Khushhal, Khattak, reciteth, in the Pus'hto tongue.