"O soul" [ghazal]

Too long have you eluded me   O soul!
you dressed & then denuded me   O soul!

through many eyes & mirrors you espied me!
why have you now occluded me   O soul?

behold me!   don't I bear your very face?
you magically protruded me   O soul!

should you appear   the world might turn to mist!
toward what have you exuded me   O soul?

no matter where I look   your smile shimmers
your tears as well have flooded me   O soul

if those who praise you   merit so much scorn
do doubters speak unsuitably   O soul?

Ardeo's getting irked with all your hauter!
your fineness has but cruded me   O soul