Sol 5.6

  1. And a much-used banquet-board I kept ever at home,

    each day—of shīz wood, swaying as it slowly came on;

  2. and al-Khuṣṣ-type wine-jars, propped upright,

    one freshly broached by piercing, another stripped of its seal;

  3. and ewers like the necks of water-

    fowl; above them coarse linen was slit open,

  4. going forth and returning, until

    you would think sense-draining wine had felled the drinkers.

  5. The house has become, O family of Iyās,

    bristling in desolation; the encampment, an encampment abandoned.

Sol 5.6