I said I felt pain for you; you said my pain would pass.
I asked you to be my moon; you said, if she appears.
I said, learn from lovers the custom of faithfulness;
You said seldom is this the custom of the moon-faced.
I said I wanted to hold your attention;
You said it is like a night thief and will come another way.
translated by Vesta Sarkhosh Curtis
Persian Love Poetry (London: The British Museum Press, 2005), 58.