Sol 5.6

  1. When lightning bursts forth from the Tigris’s eastern quarter,

    across the broad face of the glittering lightning-flash,

  2. I liken it to an age, radiant, blaze-browed and white-stockinged,

    when we lived in bliss beneath a spreading tree in leaf.

  3. Then it passed in the flicker of an eye; it cannot be brought back

    by an ardent lover’s yearning for one long known.

  4. What is dreaded may come from where hope is placed,

    and what is hoped for may be gained from where danger is feared.

Sol 5.6