1. A moon at Mosul's upper monastery;

    I am his slave, and love for him is my master.

  2. He kissed the cross, so I said in envy:

    The beloved's kisses—my mouth has a better claim to them!

  3. So he blushed in embarrassment—and how often has

    My eye plucked anemones from a bashful cheek!

Sol 6.1