THE LOVE DECREE
I swear by your soul that upon your abode my place is,
I swear by the curve of your tress, in the tavern my home is.
The mystic of your visage are all the tyrant and the ignorant,
This tyranny and ignorance my obsession is.
The lover of your face, being yearned, is demanding,
Genuflecting upon your place my decree is.
The learned, the ignorant and the pious are all enchanted with your lover,
This letter not the only secret of obsession is.
Unveil your face, appear, glance over,
This the desire of my frenzied sad heart is.
The mosque, the idol temple, the cloister monastery and the sanctury,
Wherever you pass through the memory of my charming Beloved is.
We are within the veil, and veil, and the veil,
This the veil which itself my secret puzzle is.