Inside a room dark with little moonlight Peering over pages clear as white With hair long seeming unkept to the sight Scribbling words that common couldn't get right Heart & mind together a tender thing in delight Lost in ecstasy of his beloved's image upright..
"Dazzling with golden curls serpentine bright The beauty that perceived through the orbs bright And the pleasure of the beloved in clear sight Beauty unexplained by tongues tight And that none could put on paper nor write Sages mentioning of it only in esoteric delight!"
Finally the pen scribes on the paper white That the beauty of the beloved is itself a shield tight Then the figure turns the head, just slight And catches itself in silver of seeping moonlight who is this being now that we can have the sight Lo; it is none but the mysterious poet.
(By: Khan, BA on Nov 1st, 2017)
The discription of the poet who beholds his beloved and trying to describe the beauty instead comes to know that it is such that no descrption will do justice to the beauty of the beloved.