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Unveiled lies His Beauty at
large,
Unveiled lies His Beauty at
large,
But for our confounded sight.
The even glow of the burning
taper clearly unfolds,
The grace divine sun-like
shines o're every grain of
dust.
His lovers will stunned,
amazed,
Should He remove His, veil
unmask His face.
Whoever meets her bewitching
eyes,
Doomed is he to be her thrall,
here and beyond.
My heart, O Wali, is
rancor-free,
Its turbulence suppressed, like
silvered glass.
I'll compare thy lips to
the ruby of Badakhshan,
I'll compare thy lips to the ruby
of Badakhshan,
Your enchanting eyes to those
of the deer.
Sovereign you are o're the
realm of beauty,
Like Suleiman, the sovereign of
lean.
The praise of your stature, O
Alph-like love,
I'll sing to the cypress, like
tuneful birds.
Be not cruel, O Laila, among
the beauties!
Thy Majnun will tell his tale
to the wilds.
You came in my dreams, with
beauty so rare,
To be envied of Yousaf, should
he but know.
Your grief consumes me day and
night,
I'll share my pang with the
burning brand.
Not a mark on your face is out
of place,
Impeccable it is like the page
of Quran.
Bear with this pain, Wali, keep
your calm,
I'll confide in my healer the
depth of my .
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