Sol 5.6

  1. Longing for Aden has shaken me.

    Press on, O driver of the caravan!

  2. Our yearning has grown, while slumber

    withdrew from my eyelids and vanished.

  3. My heart has never once been still

    since a letter came from them.

  4. Does the rosy-cheeked one know

    what turmoil lies within my heart?

  5. His hue is musk breathing forth its scent;

    no perfume can ever equal him,

  6. nor cool, pure water.

    It is you I mean—by God, beloved!

  7. Your radiant, beautiful face

    is a sun no cloud can veil.

  8. If our sojourn brings us together with him,

    I shall never part from him again.

  9. I shall embrace the beauty with the curving tattoo,

    lie in his bed and hold him close.

  10. Let wine and vintage be

    the wine of his mouth, limpid and fine.

  11. Leave worry and sorrow behind,

    and shut all vexations behind a door.

Sol 5.6