Number 6

My condition, when I try to describe my grief for you, becomes a legend; my eye, from the reflection of your face, has turned into a temple full of idols. Wherever there is a worthless stone in the world, it lies beside a pearl as rare as you. Hoping for your hair that falls in chains, how many a wise man ends up acting like a madman. I asked her, what kind of curling locks are these? She said, well, in short, they are... From her lips comes a single subtle point... and from her wine cup, a single drop is a whole measure. Before the blazing sun of her beauty, the candle of the sky is less than a moth. My darling, why do you hide your face from me? After all, this poor wretch is not less than a stranger. They tell many tales of Azar's idol, but my own idol is this, from... The heart is no fitting place for you, so what can I do? In all my world it is only this one ruin. This they should not call a heart... this is not love, from...