From morn up to night:
Who would give me the soul of breath?
I wonder if there was any land yet heath!
As those maidens saying yet art chaste!
Being sinful even disclose smiling teeth
I am a man already being sincere
To a lady for long adjusting queer
Some cities overseas look domestic
For maids caudling meads would err
I may ask someone in the world if wise
And just look in face when he got prize
To know if he was deserving the odds?
Or insincerely once laughs but most lies
From morn up to night I would sleep
As a child on a cradle move and weep
To see that glamorous shape if I own
Into my mihrab today I knee and leap
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