My Life’s Delight
The poet calls his beloved his life’s delight and asks her not delay him the divine bliss. He asks her to take from him the pain of being deprived of her. He says that like a little world of bliss, she encloses all sweetness in her.
There Is a Garden in Her Face
In this poem, the poet paints a picture of the beauty of his beloved’s face. From calling her face a heavenly paradise and her laughter a rose bud filled with snow to calling her frowns threatening to kill, he creates natural images while telling how beautiful her face is.
