1. O slender bāna, bending in delicate brocade,

    will you aid a lovelorn man and incline toward him?

  2. And you, O mouth for sipping, whose vintage is delicate—

    lips sipping from you attained their cure.

  3. I saw your cheek renowned for its tenderness;

    let not your heart grow hard, O sweetest of humankind in character.

  4. Whenever your face shone in the radiant splendor of its beauty

    before the sun, we saw the sun eclipsed.

Sol 5.6