Muntakhab al-tawarikh 312: CIV. Fusūnī of Yazd.

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He is a Sayyid, a story-teller, and has a mind adapted to In the army of her beauty her two eyes are warriors, For the rest, the down on her cheek and her mole are the dark colour of the host.
“If one will not, like the sun, suffer the sword to be raised above his head The sky shall not be clad from head to foot in gold for him. If the gardener will not endure the hardships of the thorn, He shall receive into his bosom no loved one in rosy garments like a bud.”
On the morrow, when nothing shall remain of this world but a tale, When signs shall appear of the Resurrection’s spring, The beloved ones shall raise their heads from the dust like verdure, And we too shall raise our heads in courtship.”
“Thou goest with thy locks dark as night, and like dew on every side Salt (wit) rains from thee, alas for wounded hearts!”