The Rival Entry Free Hath to the Loved

The rival entry free hath to the loved one's ward, but none have I;
Regard unto the very dogs they there accord, but none have I.

The heart doth seize the Magian's hand; the cup-bearer, his glass; but I —
For gentle love they grant to these their due reward, but none have I.

To gain regard I would complain loud as the dogs within thy ward.
For these have power their plight to show, their griefs record, but none have I.

From all eternity have I to Mejnûn taught the pang of love,
How then do all the folk to him renown award, but none have I?

To God be praise that brightly shines the mirror of my heart, Shemsî,
For more or less earth's glass with dust is soiled or marred, but none have I.