Sol 5.6

  1. I have a heart love-struck, singular in its nature;

    in passion, a supple figure works its spell upon it.

  2. It delights in full, abundant beards,

    and in anyone whose mustache is like a bridle,

  3. and anyone broad about the waist,

    with a nose in his face like the hook of a belt.

  4. For my heart is tender in intimacy,

    and in love has worn smooth the floor of its lair.

  5. A heart like mine—believe me—I have never seen;

    the stocky man’s mind has caught fire—his and the watchman’s.

  6. Whenever I tried to disguise my love,

    my inner voice said: “Come this way—behold, the beloved:

  7. the one whose dusky lips hold myrobalan and senna,

    blended with the costly perfume of the Daughter of Raisins—wine.

  8. Over him the glaring eyes burn hot,

    their daggered glance effacing the very bones.”

Sol 5.6