YEARNING FOR THE VISAGE
Tonight yearing to see your face for me peace there is not,
My heart does not relax for my beloved there is not.
I don’t want to walk in the garden, I don’t approach the lawn,
I don’t look for the garden for my rose-figured beloved there is not.
From the beginning that I saw your face I said,
Trying to get this like nymph, for me no hope there is not.
By a single grain I trapped myself into your noose,
As I throught that in the world the snare for me there was not.
I will become the soil of the beloved’s abode, then I demand the wishes,
Though I know from that wish seeker, the wish for me there is not.
Like Hindī all the time I chase her way,
Though the success of meeting, for me in all times there is not.