Sol 5.6

  1. The full moon recalled him to me, while night lay between us;

    then spent the night toying with the edge of longing and patience—

  2. like remembering the tribal preserve and the encampment at Manʿaj al-Liwā,

    and remembering youth when one’s head is gray-streaked and hoary.

  3. So, beneath the wing of darkness, I grow more lovesick;

    for nothing is hard but that, at night, it grows harder.

Sol 5.6