If I should gaze upon your face
And our eyes meet, yours and mine,
I would recount my sorrows then —
Trace each point, each verse, each line.
Oh how I yearn to see your face!
As zephyrs blow to search, to find,
From house to house, from door to door,
Each street, each path, each hidden place.
How your remoteness rends my heart!
My blood flows forth like rivers, seas
the color of your comely lips,
From fount to fount, from stream to stream.
Your honeyed cheeks, always in bloom,
Offer up such sweet perfume,
Your mouth, your eyes, that noble brow,
Your love has caught that dove — my soul!
Affinity — heart with heart,
Deep well of kindness, being’s core,
Affections my sad heart must weave
Into the fabric of my soul,
Strand by strand, twine by twine,
Thread to thread, with textures fine.
In her heart Tahirih sought
And found naught
Within each leaf, each fold, each veil,
within was you
and only you
within was always you.