My
Beloved's Face
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My
Beloved's Face
By : Ibrahim Fakhr-od-Din Iraqi
Every moment my Beloved's face
in a new look shows itself;
Under each twist of her curls
she has a thousand tricks!
With one coquettish glance
she traps a thousand hearts;
That is why in this world
lonely are the hearts of lovers.
If my heart is gone and lost,
tell it be gone and lost forever,
For, instead of heart, I have in my hands
the musky curls of my Beloved.
Since a Beauty from the Tavern
robbed my heart from me,
I have been all, nothing but a desire
for the Tavern, Wine and the Harp.
With the wine of love I am
so far away from soberness and reason
That no care is left in me
for the wonders of name and fame.
Bring, O cup-bearer,
a goblet of that wine for me
That with the reflection of Your face
it takes a new colour every moment!
Shed Iraqi's blood in the dust
but renew our friendship,
For, now and always, friendship is
and will be better than separation.
