"I am caught in love's web so deceitful,
None of my endeavors turned fruitful,
I knew not when I rode the high blooded stead,
The harder I pulled its reins the less it would heed,
Love is an ocean with such a vast space,
No wise man can swim it in any place,
A true lover should be faithful till the end,
And face life's reproached trend,
When you see things hideous, fancy them neat,
Eat poison, but taste sugar sweet"
First Persian Poetess, born in Balkh.
Murdered by her brother.
Her last poem written on the bath wall in her own blood.