Classic Poem

Like thee is there no other fair one in this world,
Thy gait is of the partridge, thy eyes are like the peacock's.
Now is the time of early spring, all the meadowsare in bloom,
It is the Creator's unseen power that has all these flowers produced.
Thou art like a falcon, go not forth to prey my heart on,
As drinks the hawk its victim's heart-blood, thus dost thou, or as the Leopard.
Other men are free from trouble, I am ever plunged in grief,
No love is that, but torment, yet I feed on it by stealth.
Wine there is, the harp and pipe, bring hither, too, the tankard.
Spring lasts not much longer when is passed the sign of Taurus.
Here I sit beside the stream and watch the running waters,
Like life's tide they flow so quickly, these are now my thoughts.
If thy mistress keep her own faith, what matters that to thee?
It is the test of true affection, take thou her faith for thine.
The love of Majnun increased far more for Leila
In proportion as the people hated him on her account.
The hope of Khush-hal Khan is as from the gardener in his garden,
Who gives to each one quickly the flower which he has chosen.