Sol 5.6

  1. And on a day whose breeze breathed ambergris, it enthralled my eye

    and my heart with all the beauty and grace it displayed.

  2. It seemed to me the cloud’s brocade there stood facing

    the brocade of the hills, while the sun peered through curtains:

  3. the white breasts of falcons arrayed in ranks, confronting

    the backs of peacocks too exquisite for description.

  4. Then, when the rain cloud’s downpour broke its necklace,

    it came to slake the plants’ burning thirst—indeed, to heal it.

  5. Through it, in the garden, I beheld the loveliest sight,

    proclaiming the handiwork of the All-Watchful, Lord of subtle grace:

  6. ornaments fashioned by no goldsmith, and weaving wrought by no hand,

    laughter with no mouth, and tears with no eye.

Sol 5.6