Sol 5.6

  1. The north wind stirred, and my night grew cold.

    So bring the wine from the hands of the fair ones.

  2. Ash veils the ember’s locust swarm,

    as daisies veil a rose.

  3. The gardens’ breaths are distilled perfumes;

    the breaths of the winds fly with them.

  4. The clouds’ robes are steeped in musk,

    their borders embroidered like the dawn.

Sol 5.6