quick - eyed Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back Guilty of dust and sin. But quick - eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, If I lacked any thing.
تیزچشم ؛ تیزبین : روز صیادم بد و شب پاسبان تیزچشم و صیدگیرو دزدران. مولوی.