Taen My Sense and Soul Have Those

Taen my sense and soul have those thy Leylî locks, thy glance's spell,
Me, their Mejnûn, 'midst of love's wild dreary desert they impel.

Since mine eyes have seen the beauty of the Joseph of thy grace,
Sense and heart have fall'n and lingered in thy chin's sweet dimple-well.

Heart and soul of mine are broken through my passion for thy lips;
From the hand of patience struck they honour's glass, to earth it fell.

The mirage, thy lips, O sweetheart, that doth like to water show;
For, through longing, making thirsty, vainly they my life dispel.

Since Selîmî hath the pearls, thy teeth, been praising, sense and heart
Have his head and soul abandoned, plunging 'neath love's ocean-swell.