his rosy cheeks

I die of love for him, perfect in every way,
Lost in the strains of wafting music.
My eyes are fixed upon his delightful body
And I do not wonder at his beauty.

His waist is a sapling, his face a moon,
And loveliness rolls off his rosy cheeks
I die of love for you, but keep this secret:
The tie that binds us is an unbreakable rope.

How much time did your creation take, O angel?
So what! All I want is to sing your praises.

Love in Bloom; after Monteil, p. 95 by Abū Nuwās al-Ḥasan ibn Hānī al-Ḥakamī (756–814),aka Abū Nuwās (Arabic: ابو نواس‎; Persian: ابو نواس‎‎, Abū Novās), was one of the greatest classical gay Arabic poets, who also composed in Persian on occasion.

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