Mas'ud-e Sa'd

The moonlight has no beauty
Which is not in your face;
The joys of being near you
Make where you are a place
To rival paradise;
Fine musk cannot compare
With that bewitching scent
Which hovers in your hair;
You are a perfect creature
With just one fault -- your nature.

"Borrowed Ware: Medieval Persian Epigrams"
Translated by Dick Davis
Persian calligraphy by Amir Hossein Tabnak
1997, Mage Publishers

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