Ghazal 7

Tulip-cheeked ones over rosy field and plain stray all around; Mead and garden cross they, looking wistful each way, all around. These the lovers true of radiant faces aye, but who the fair? Lissom Cypress, thou it is whom eager seek they all around. Band on band Woe's legions camped before the City of the Heart, There, together leagued, sat Sorrow, Pain, Strife, Dismay, all around. From my weeping flows the river of my tears on every side, Like an ocean 'tis again, a sea that casts spray all around. Forth through all the Seven Climates have the words of Baqi gone; This refulgent verse recited shall be alway, all around.