Gazel

Thy cheek, like limpid water, clear doth gleam;
Thy pouting mouth a bubble round doth seem.
The radiance of thy cheek´s sun on the heart
Like moonlight on the water´s face doth beam.
The heart´s page, through the tracings of thy down,
A volume all illumined one would deem.
That fair Moon´s sunny love the earth have burned,
It warm as rays of summer sun doth stream.
At woful sorrow´s feast my bloodshot eyes,
Two beakers of red wine would one esteem.
Baqi, her mole dark-hued like ambergris,
A fragrant musk-pod all the world would deem.
 
---Baqi