Once from Sleep I Oped My Eyes

Once from sleep I oped my eyes, I raised my head, when full in sight
There before me stood a moon-faced beauty, lovely, shining, bright.

Thought I: "In th' ascendant's now my star, or I my fate have reached,
For within my chamber sure is risen Jupiter this night."

Radiance from his beauty streaming saw I, though to outward view
(Whilst himself a Muslim) he in garb of infidel is dight.

Though I oped my eyes or closed them, still the form was ever there;
Thus I fancied to myself: "A fairy this or angel bright?"

Till the Resurrection ne'er shall Mihrî gain the Stream of Life;
Yet in Night's deep gloom Iskender gleamed before her wond'ring sight.