You with the dark curly hair and the breathtaking eyes,
your inquiring glance that leaves me undone.
Eyes that pierce and then withdraw like a blood-stained sword, eyes with dagger lashes!
Zealots, you are mistaken – this is heaven.
Never mind those making promises of the afterlife:
join us now, righteous friends, in this intoxication.
Never mind the path to the Kaabah: sanctity resides in the heart.
Squander your life, suffer! God is right here.
Oh excruciating face! Continual light!
This is where I am thrilled, here, right here.
There is no book anywhere on the matter.
Only as soon as I see you do I understand.
If you wish to offer your beauty to God, give Zebunissa
a taste. Awaiting the tiniest morsel, she is right here.
A 17th century Indian poem by Zēb-un-Nisā, translated by Sally Lee Stewart, Elena Bell and Maksuda Joraeva for The Atlantic Monthly.
Image by Olena Zaskochenko
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Splendid expressions of Zebunissa in Persian-in a mystic romance!
Splendid expressions of Zebunissa in Persian-in a mystic romance and celestial imagery!