Persian Sonnets - Part 20
What is your lady that you praise her so?
Is she not even as other women are?
In all the heavens is there one only star
Which you have eyes to see or heart to know?
One only flower of all the flowers that blow?
What is she that she thus can make or mar,
That whether kind or cold or near or far,
She holds the balance of your weal or woe?
I cannot tell, I have nor tongue nor brain
To fashion forth the wondrous thing she is:
Brighter than any star, and more removed,
Fairer than any flower — I seek in vain
To find an answer, finding only this —
Oh, you that ask me, have you never loved?
Is she not even as other women are?
In all the heavens is there one only star
Which you have eyes to see or heart to know?
One only flower of all the flowers that blow?
What is she that she thus can make or mar,
That whether kind or cold or near or far,
She holds the balance of your weal or woe?
I cannot tell, I have nor tongue nor brain
To fashion forth the wondrous thing she is:
Brighter than any star, and more removed,
Fairer than any flower — I seek in vain
To find an answer, finding only this —
Oh, you that ask me, have you never loved?
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