I don’t know what place it was
Where I found myself last night;
Everywhere they were dancing,
Love-stricken, where I was last night.
Fairy-faced, cypress-like in form, and rosy cheeked,
Irresistible beauty abounded, in that place,
Where I found myself, last night.
My rivals had her ear
And she was full of grace, and I afraid
To speak, but it was difficult to utter
A word, in the place I was last night.
O Khusrow, God himself held pride of place
And Muhammad was the light of Grace
In the gathering where I was