1. A languid beauty, slender-waisted yet full in all

    his loincloth enfolds, bends like a bough in the throes of death.

  2. I kiss him in fancy from afar; yet were

    my beloved to draw near, I would steal a kiss.

  3. With the passage of time, he only grows lovelier—

    like the sun at its rising, and the full moon at midmonth.

  4. A beloved unfathomable, hard of heart,

    and yet he has softened in speech and tenderness.

  5. There can be no union save by stealing a glance

    that makes my affliction twice and yet twice worse.

Sol 5.6