A circlet of your hair: Abdu’l-Baha’s poem for Baha’u’llah

Below is my provisional translation of a poem written by Abdu’l-Baha Abbas and addressed to Baha’u’llah (i.e., “Baha,” in the first line).
This is AB08358 in the Phelps inventory, although it is in fact just part of a tablet that begins on pdf page 92 in INBA 22 from the Afnan library, but pdf page 93 in the better copy from h-net/Bahai.
A typescript of the Persian poem, without the preceding text, is available here.  

این حلق بها در حلقه فتاد		My neck, Baha, encircled
آن طوق بلا موی تو بود		in a necklace of catastrophe, a circlet of your hair.
هر نفحۀ مشک کاید بمشام		Like musk on every breeze, from you
از خلق خوش خوی تو بود		comes fragrance of good-natured charm.
گر آب فرات بخشید حیات		A living stream gives life to me
سرچشمۀ آن جوی تو بود		and the source of that stream, is you.
جان تشنه‌لب است دلها بتب است		Every thirsting soul, each fevered heart
کل در طلب روی تو بود		is on a quest, for you.
بنگر صنما روی دل ما		See here! The image of an idol’s ‘graved upon our hearts
چون قبله‌نما سوی تو بود		because the Qiblah turned to you.
اسباب جنون آماده کنون		One thing could drive me mad; and now it’s here,
دل منتظر هوی تو بود		it’s a heart that waits and yearns, for you.
این کشتۀ تو لب‌تشنۀ تو		I’m slain by you, athirst for you,
آشفته‌دل روی تو بود		heart in upheaval over you.
دل‌مرده همه افسرده همه		For all the desolate, for every heart dead,
جانبخش همه بوی تو بود		your breath breathes life.
بر مدّعیان گردید عیان		The author of this plaint, it’s plain,
عبّاس سگ کوی تو بود		‘s a dog that waits outside your gate, Abbaas.
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