The Sons Of Love At The Hunt

When these men set out to hunt prey and track
They went nowhere from which one could come back

They caught scrawny lizards for birds of prey
And winged scorpions instead of plump quail

Their pained looks of longing, falcons in flight
Caught omens and owls that hooted at night

A dragon coiled up and ready to strike
They thought a migration of cranes in flight

Their deer were to smoke of rioutous sighs
With bodies burnt black and antlers of fire

These hunters were struck with love for their prey
They thought hares were bullets speeding away

A man tried to shoot an arrow afar
But drew himself on his bow like a dart

They shot vipers using snakes as their shafts
Drawn from their own faces for quiver bags

Sheikh Ghalib - Beauty and Love - Pg 27  (Translated by Victoria Rowe Holbrook)