In me poesy shall you find
love with all its faces
All the joys that spring
forth, all burdens it places
In heart’s shrine bury, let
not your feelings be revealed
Oft love would stand profaned,
were it not concealed
In my love’s veil hide, let
not yourself be so revealed
Oft beauty is profaned if in
modesty not concealed
My verses, ruby tears that my
heart sends to plead
For them to flow more, the
heart must more bleed
‘Tis poesy don’t want I, for
on me sorrow does it feed
It flows from my heart when
love makes it bleed
No Taj could I build, in no
annals shall I be
An unknown soldier I, just
true to love I’ll be
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