Sol 5.6

  1. A full moon veiled itself in cloud;

    a slender bough rose high upon a dune.

  2. His charms summon hearts

    through him to speak face-to-face with sin.

  3. The north wind toyed with his gait

    and turned him toward the south.

  4. The east wind did to him

    what it never does to a slender bough.

  5. The mounts of his beauty clung

    to our minds when he vanished.

  6. And our cheeks lodged their grievance

    against the hand of tears, through sobbing.

  7. As though our agitation were

    the disorder in a suspect’s words.

  8. From his proud bearing he is bent

    by hands of coyness, though no breeze blows.

  9. Thus it seems they and he,

    when a discerning eye beholds them,

  10. are kisses of favor won by the

    forsaken lover through union with the beloved.

  11. O Badr, by the full moon that

    you raised from the firmament of necklines,

  12. and by the scorpion of the temple-lock that

    you fashioned from beauty and fragrance—

  13. it grazes, though I never set it grazing,

    on the fruits of hearts, without so much as creeping:

  14. grant me a visit to you in sleep,

    that I may see you with no watcher near.

Sol 5.6