English
Number 1
You who have hearts, tell that playful, heart-stealing one
to ask after the wounded lovers who have no voice.
In the mirror of the beloved's face, the eternal light shines clear;
in this beauty you can glimpse the face of the One you have always known.
We are the bright-hearted of love, and the mirror of our heart
makes the world-revealing cup melt with envy.
There is no hope of brightness for our blackened days,
not since I grew drunk on those dark, kohl-lined eyes.
The bud of my heart bloomed like a branch of roses
the moment I saw that joy-giving face again from afar.
Anyone who has seen Layla's face unveiled
would never blame the love-struck Majnun.
With its lovely melodies, Eshraq sings in tune;
yes, it is love of the garden that draws song from the nightingale.