Muntakhab al-tawarikh 69: Rubā'ī.

69

I am grieved, and in my heart on thy account I hold a hundred sorrows, Without the rubies of thy lips, I am matched against pain hour by hour; I am in despair for this life, I the poor, the dejected, I hope that the road of annihilation may become my refuge.
I sing the praise of the locks of my beloved.
And the following verses are part of the fruit of his fertile genius.