1. May rain fall upon the haunt of pleasures I once knew there,

    where the gazelles of Wajra grazed its fresh, untouched meadow—

  2. each a fair beauty, her face like the full moon,

    slender-waisted, swaying like a bough of the bān tree.

  3. Wasting has been my companion since parting from him,

    until my body, through sheer thinness, became an alif.

Sol 5.6