Your face is the moon. Your heart’s made of stone.
And yet, your soul’s the source of all that’s known.
Your beauty is the light my eyes were shown.
By those steeds! By the sparks their hooves have thrown!
My Friend! Save you, they’re all just dust and foam.
You left. I tremble for your love. I moan.
My soul’s a sacrifice at your command.
Every king but you is a charlatan.
Footnotes:
1 - Cf. Qur’an 100:1-4. “By the horses snorting, by the sparks (their hooves are) striking, by the chargers at dawn stirring up the dust...”