English
Number 5
Your eye is an eternal spell, or the great temptation of the world's end.
When it lowers its lids against the evil eye, it still hides another flirtation within.
With a single coy glance you have hunted me down; your eye is like the eyes of gazelles.
In this city, faced with the army of your seductive looks, ( ... ) there is no safety left.
The arrowhead of your flirting glance, no doubt, is poison that needs no bow.
From the sugar-scattering ruby of your lips, one kiss is worth a hundred thousand lives.
Your kiss has grown cheap; and what is cheaper than something given for free?
All year I sit with my hand pressed to my head, for separation stands between us.
They tell me, Be patient, Sadi; but this is easy to say for those who don't feel it.