Number 10

Come and let your beautiful face shine before the lover's eyes, for only a true lover knows the perfection of a beloved's beauty. Come to the open plain of the lover's heart and pass by displaying yourself; adorn the world with your lovely face. For a moment step out from the solitude of oneness into the open field; look upon those who watch, and see the crowd that has come to gaze. What kind of sun is this, I cannot tell, that sets the whole world ablaze, yet from its own face keeps granting light to every seeing eye. O Joseph of the Egypt of loveliness, how long will you keep this heartbroken Jacob and the grieving soul of Zuleikha in sorrow? You have hidden your sweetness away, leaving all the flies to circle in confusion; if you want a swarm of them, bring your sweets out into the open. O plundering beloved, come and carry off my soul as your spoils; my heart will not give you up, nor will you give up plundering. My beloved's sweet lips fill the world with uproar, for such lovely ones always delight in commotion and turmoil. O westerner, speak little to the man of the desert, for one of the desert cannot understand the language of the people of the sea.