Of the Eyes The stealthy glances of your green eyes Sprouts the roses of my heart Like the lights of the heaven, your eyes adorn the sky of my dreams Like the rays of sunlight at the dawn Unfold the petals of the roses The shine of your illuminating eyes falls on And opens the eyes of my soul The revelations of your mesmerising eyes Are richer than the Rumi's Masnavi And more intoxicating than the heavenly wines for my wandering spirit The joy of a thirsty traveller At the discovery of an oasis in a hot desert Is a thousand folds less than the joy of my thirsty soul At the discovery of the oasis of your eyes in my spiritual desert My fluttering heart caught itself in their snares and baits Often struggles to free itself from the invisible fetters of your playful eyes In the captivity of their magical shadow My heart over the years Learned to follow obediently their lasso To uncover the secrets of the divinity.