Zulaikha Pleads With Yúsuf For His Love

"By the excellent bloom of that cheek which He gave, By that beauty which makes the whole world thy slave; By the splendour that beams from that beautiful brow, That bids the full moon to thy majesty bow; By the graceful gait of that cypress, by The delicate bow that is bent o'er thine eye; By that arch of the temple devoted to prayer, By each fine-woven mesh of the coils of thy hair; By that charming narcissus, that form arrayed In the sheen and glory of silk brocade; By that secret thou callest a mouth, by the hair Thou callest the waist of that body most fair By the musky spots on thy cheek's pure rose, By the smile of thy lips when those buds unclose, By my longing tears, by the sigh and groan That rend my heart as I pine alone; By thine absence, a mountain too heavy to bear, By my thousand fetters of grief and care; By the sovereign sway of my passion, by My carelessness whether I live or die; Pity me, pity my lovelorn grief: Loosen my fetters and grant relief: An age has scorched me since over my soul The soft sweet air of thy garden stole. Be the balm of my wounds for a little; shed Sweet scent on the heart where the flowers are dead I hunger for thee till my whole frame is weak: O give me the food for my soul which I seek."