Classic Poem

I was going on my way, when a lovely being met me,
Coquettish were her glances, and her smiles were bright as day.
Sure her form was of a woman, but her nature of a fairy,
Like silver was her body, but her heart was hard as stone.
To the town we entered, hand in hand with one another,
Then from me she parted, now I seek her to Bokhara.
Many are the tokens of the beauty of her person,
How can I tell you by what signs she may be known.
Tall and bright-complexioned, in her stature like the Cypress,
Brighter than the roses is the colour on her cheeks;
Her teeth are pearls and diamonds, her lips sugar, arched her eyebrows;
Her dark eyes are as javelins striking death from both her eyes;
Her nose is like a rosebud, as the jasmine white her chin,
Like musk are the moles on the sweet face of my fair one.
Of jewels she wore a necklace and a double string of pearls,
Raven were her locks, and her hair's perfume like Ambergris;
Rose-coloured, gold-embroidered, is the raiment that she wears,
Like a light her beauty shineth; has no one seen her? Tell me, pray.
Favour me, O my good fortune, as thou didst when she came with me,
Show me now the footsteps of my loved one that is lost.