(Ballade By Nur Uddin) I Have Seen A Small Proud Face Brimming With Sunlight; I Have Seen The Daughter Of The King Of Qulzum Passing From Grace To Grace. Yesterday She Threw Her Bed On The Floor Of Her Double House And Laughed With A Thousand Graces. She Has A Little Pearl And Coral Cap And Rides In A Palanquin With Servants About Her And Claps Her Hands, Being Too Proud To Call. I Have Seen A Small Proud Face Brimming With Sunlight. "My Palanquin Is Truly Green And Blue; I Fill The World With Pomp And Take My Pleasure; I Make Men Run Up And Down Before Me, And Am Not As Young A Girl As You Pretend. I Am Of Iran, Of A Powerful House, I Am Pure Steel. I Hear That I Am Spoken Of In Lahore." I Have Seen A Small Proud Face Brimming With Sunlight. I Also Hear That They Speak Of You In Lahore, You Walk With A Joyous Step, Your Nails Are Red And The Palms Of Your Hands Are Rosy. A Pear-Tree With A Fresh Stem Is In Your Palace Gardens, I Would Not That Your Mother Should Give My Pear-Tree To Twine With An Evil Spice-Tree Or Fool Banana. I Have Seen A Small Proud Face Brimming With Sunlight. "The Coins That My Father Gave Me For My Forehead Throw Rays And Light The Hearts Of Far Men; The Ray Of Light From My Red Ring Is Sharper Than A Diamond. I Go About And About In Pride As Of Hemp Wine And My Words Are Chosen. But I Give You My Honey Cheeks, Dear, I Trust Them To You." I Have Seen A Small Proud Face Brimming With Sunlight. The Words Of My Mouth Are Coloured And Shining Things; And Two Great Saints Are My Perpetual Guards. There Is Never A Song Of Nur Uddin But Has In It A Great Achievement And Is As Brilliant As A Young Hyacinth; I Pour A Ray Of Honey On My Disciples, There Is As It Were A Fire In My Ballades. I Have Seen A Small Proud Face Brimming With Sunlight. From The Pus'Hto (Afghans, Nineteenth Century).