1. Each day I long to gaze my fill

    upon your countenance—the full moon appeared and shone forth.

  2. How often I have sought the joy of meeting

    you, while Fate between us proved unyielding.

  3. And the nights speak to me in a language—

    Arabic—that voices an excuse and makes it plain:

  4. “Here is my excuse: if you are denied a meeting,

    do not blame me—for meeting is foreordained.”

Sol 5.6