Sol 6.1

  1. أتطمع أن تحب ولا جفون

    مؤرقة ولا قلب جريح

    Do you hope to love, yet have no eyelids

    kept sleepless, and no wounded heart?

  2. فأين هوى تذوب به وتبلى

    أراك تظن ان الزمر ريح

    Where, then, is the passion through which you melt and waste away?

    I see you think that flute-playing is mere wind.