I left my home for play <br />Nor yet again <br />Returned, although the day <br />Sank in the West. <br />The name I made is hailed <br />On lips of men, <br />Habba Khatun! though veiled, <br />I found no rest. <br />Through crowds I found my way, <br />From forests, then, <br />The sages came, when day <br />Sank in the West. <br /> <br />[Translated by Nilla Cram Cook]<br /><br />Habba Khatoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/habba-khatoon/
