The Poet's Queen

You love me and so I am a poet. My present form - that's the image of your loving. The sky, the wind, the morning light the evening star of the parting day the scarlet sun of the east - they all caress me with the warmth of intimacy and love me because you love me. My own self lay enwrapped in your love your sudden advent heralded a new hope for me. You steal into my presence and play a melody upon my lance transmuted into a flute, all the ceremony of my worship is the oblation for your soul. My verses of triumph are the garlands, all for you. My present form - that's the image of your loving. [Translation: Zakeria Shirazi]