Ibn Arabi - Her fair quality is overwhelming.

As the full moon appears from the night,
so appears her face amid the tresses.

From sorrow comes the perception of her:
the eyes crying on the cheek;
life the black narcissus
Shedding tears upon a rose.

More beauties are silenced:
her fair quality is overwhelming.

Even to think of her harms her subtlety
(thought is too coarse a thing to perceive her).
If this be so, how can she correctly be seen
by such a clumsy organ as the eye?

Her fleeting wonder eludes thought.
She is beyond the spectrum of sight.

When description tried to explain her, she overcame it.
Whenever such an attempt is made,
description is put to flight.

Because it is trying to circumscribe.

If someone seeking her lowers his aspirations
(to Feel in terms of ordinary love),
-there are always others who will not do so.