Sol 5.6

  1. The clouds hang between musk-dark and camphor-white,

    And the meadow between freshly renewed and richly brocaded.

  2. So when you drink, it is of smooth-flowing nectar;

    And when you sip, it is from gleaming, well-spaced teeth—

  3. From the saliva of a slender one, green and supple as a bough,

    Or from the palm of a radiant one, like the radiant dawn.

  4. And when he unveils for you a bright brow within dark forelocks,

    Your heart is carried away by brightness set amid deepest black.

  5. Then behold musk-black embracing camphor-white,

    Illumined by the beauty of parted teeth and crimson cheek.

  6. And when his cheek and downy side-whiskers embrace,

    Behold the embrace of carnelians and violets.

Sol 5.6