Sol 5.6

  1. O ʿAbd al-Rahim, I am in torment—

    Is there anyone merciful to a lovesick stranger?

  2. You have prolonged our separation and denied me sleep;

    You have stolen my heart with wondrous beauty:

  3. With beauty’s secret and the crescent moon’s radiance,

    A gazelle’s glance and a willow-branch’s figure,

  4. A radiant face and delectable saliva,

    And a fragrant scent containing every perfume;

  5. A fragrance like musk, and a mouth like a string of pearls—

    Through it my devotions vanished and my sobbing grew.

  6. Tell me, friend: does my full moon know my passion?

    For within my breast is a fiercely blazing fire.

  7. My tears flow, and my estrangement has lasted long;

    So be generous with a reunion soon, and earn my recompense.

Sol 5.6