That I'm Fall'n Her Conquered Slave

That I'm fall'n her conquered slave, yon maiden bright feigns not to know;
Thus pretending, she who doth the soul despite feigns not to know.

Though I fail nought in her service, she doth me as alien treat;
Know not I why yonder Darling, earth's Delight, feigns not to know.

If I dare to speak my eager longing those her lips to kiss,
Friendship she disclaims, in sooth with cruel slight feigns not to know.

That she whets her glance's arrow and therewith doth pierce the heart,
E'en her bow-like eyebrow, yonder Ban of might feigns not to know.

Well the loved one knows the Sphere doth keep no faithful troth; but, ah!
How she copies it, that Heart-ensnarer bright feigns not to know.

There is ne'er a refuge, 'Adlî, from the grief of rivals' taunts;
I my love conceal not, still yon maiden slight feigns not to know.