Sol 5.6

  1. And a hand of accomplished penmanship, bearing marks

    of beauty whenever Shabīb’s hand is seen upon it;

  2. the meadow speaks of it, intricately patterned,

    and brocade tells of it, fresh and splendid.

  3. The blackness of ink upon the whiteness of a page

    declares: “Youth, intermingled with gray hair.”

  4. As though the darkness of night had shed its tears,

    and they kept streaming down the cheek of dawn.

Sol 5.6