1. And a yellow blossom droops from a green topknot,

    like a piercing star plunging through the darkness.

  2. Its petals cascade over its crown,

    like the fingers of a hand curled by one counting.

  3. Then a coy beauty handed it to me, as though

    the sun were his mother and the full moons his kin.

  4. Thus he became renowned for beauty, his fame proclaimed—

    beauty his intimate, and loveliness his companion.

Sol 5.6