English
Number 3
I saw it moving down a road with flirtation and grace:
a sun that lights up the world, a moon that sets the horizons ablaze.
I keep my eyes hopeful on my love, yet I am content
with a single glance, and even that, only now and then.
My darling, you could settle the affairs of the whole world
if you would just cast one look from your half-drunk eyes.
Your eyes, with the arrows of your lashes, have plundered my soul;
you intoxicating beauty, what more do you want from me?
The poetry of Ishraq has spread from India to Khorasan,
just as the beauty of that face reaches from the heights to the depths.