A rather abstract one. I use a very loose definition of the ghazal verse form.
The self is a vortex of desire,
self-fed, self-seeking, itself its one desire.
Escape from want, advise the sages,
confessing their own desire.
Who can view a beautiful woman or man
chastely, with no desire?
Purity: numb skin and dry tongue;
virtue withers without desire.
There is in each a thirst and a fountain,
the two bodies of desire.
A pond ringed round with blackbirds:
my soul among its desires.