Down those soft pink cheeks do trickle
Drops of sweat like sweet rose-water,
Have perhaps carnations swollen
On those lips of yours, like rose buds?
...
What say roses when they see you:
Are we fragrant? 'tis the moonlight?
The poor nightingale is baffled,
Stops the song that it is singing,
...
In a dream now shattered, ruined,
In a dream I fell in love with
Mahmudeja, well-adorned one,
Wretched me, in my affliction.
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