1. The beloved complained about some of his teeth.

    And that tooth is the orphan among jewels.

  2. Then a tooth-puller came to extract it.

    Then the pure wine of sugar-sweet, dusky lips flowed.

  3. So I hastened to sip, drinking it in.

    I grew drunk, though I had never been drunk before.

  4. So, O tooth-puller, be gentle with my beloved and me.

    So as for the orphan, do not oppress him.

Sol 6.1