To..?

You are like you are though much happened,
Dearest one, nobody attains your dearness to me.

Your dearness I do not hide but declare it openly,
Oh my foremost dream, ahead of me and after me.

The letters of your name in my heart hold a secret,
Your name for the description of beauty stands in.

Oh perfume of 'ud, when arranged, scattered,
And the first the third as the 'ud is Hindi.*

For you beyond the limit of your lifetime a lifetime, and for me a lifetime,
With you, and all that is left of life is immortality.

Oh pure as the full moon! Oh aunt of the full moon!
Oh light! Oh scattered Arabian jasmine and roses!

When you depart one hour I feel it an era,
I keep a vigil at the door awaiting your return.

The course of nights, and nights have a course,
Did not change me and you are my days of bliss.

Oh lady of the fair, the rosy and the tan,
Oh fondness, I cannot measure the ebb and flow.

I have seen all nights as the Night of Destiny,
And my existence thence since first I saw you, oh my love, passion.

*The line is a pun on the Arabic word for perfume, "dhn":

shifting the first letter to the third position gives "hnd".

India is the source of the finest (and now rarest) 'ud.

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