A twist of fresh flowers on your dark hair, And your hair is a panther's shadow. On your white cheeks the down of a thousand roses, They speak about your beauty in Lahore. You have your mother's lips; Your ring is frosted with rubies, And your hair is a panther's shadow. Your ring is frosted with rubies; I was unhappy and you looked over the wall, I saw your face among the crimson lilies; There is no armour that a lover can buy, And your hair is a panther's shadow. "The cool fingers of the mistress burn her lovers And they go away. I have fatigued the wise of many lands, And my hair is a tangle of serpents. What is the profit of these shawls without you? And my hair is a panther's shadow." "A squadron of my father's men are about me, And I have woven a collar of yellow flowers. My eyes are veiled because I drink cups of bhang, Being a daughter of the daughter of the queens. You cannot touch me because of my palaces, And my hair is a panther's shadow." I will touch you, though your beauty be as fair as song; For I am a disciple of Abdel Qadir Gilani, And my songs are as beautiful as women and as strong as love; And your hair is a panther's shadow. Your ring is frosted with rubies... @3Muhammad Din@1 awaits the parting of your scarves; @3Tilai@1 is standing here, young and magnificent like a tree; And your hair is a panther's shadow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...D.G.C. TO J.A by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH: A DREAM OF PONCE DE LEON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH THE ENTHUSIAST, OR, THE LOVER OF NATURE by JOSEPH WARTON THE LAST INVOCATION by WALT WHITMAN THE OUTGOING OF SABBATH by ALTER ABELSON |