QAYS (d.-668)

Laila's body dazzles
in her vestments,
Atree branch
wreathed with leaves.
By God, have you [bad word] Laila
in your arms at dawn,
or kissed her mouth?
Touch Laila and your hand
is wet with dew,
Green Leaves shoot through your fingerstips
To every I say she's close
At sunlight, reaching her as far.
They say I'm mad,
enamored of illusion,
By God, I swear,
no craze or spell excites me.
In Laila, love for Laila,
I've the cure, like a drinker
in drinking ever more.