Sol 6

  1. Commander of the Faithful, may my life be your ransom.

    Why have you imprisoned me and torn my cloak?

  2. Is it for a tawny wine with the scent of musk

    that shimmers in the vessel when it is mixed?

  3. A pure wine, colored like a rooster’s eye,

    whose gleam is like the flame of a lamp.

  4. It was cooked by God’s fire until

    it became a spray of droplets.

  5. Hearts delight in it and long for it

    when it appears, shimmering in glass.

  6. Am I led to prison without a crime,

    as though I were one of the tax officials?

  7. Had I been confined with them, it would have been easy,

    but I was confined with the chickens:

  8. hens circled by a rooster

    who speaks in cries whenever he speaks.

  9. My sins had already been telling me

    that I would not escape your punishment.

  10. Yet, though I have suffered harm,

    I still hope for your kindness after that harm.

Sol 6