1. I conceived a thought, but uttered not

    a word; instead, I called for goblets

  2. of heady wine, as though the radiance of its light

    were the gleam of lightning flashing through pitch darkness.

  3. A gazelle-like youth passes it to you, his glance

    swift to bring souls to ruin,

  4. with a cheek whose rosy bloom delights you,

    and an eye that takes the narcissus’s place.

  5. He has a pen forever eloquent,

    pronouncing the most fortunate of men the most ill-starred.

  6. Whenever he unsheathes it for some affair, Fate shoots

    with it in place of the unerring arrows of bows.

  7. The vizier saw him at a pinnacle

    of excellence rising above the retreating stars.

Sol 5.6