Sol 5.6

  1. Then I came to my senses, after our lingering had grown long,

    and there I turned to a broad-cheeked, fleet-footed she-camel.

  2. She gives you a walk, a brisk trot, and a rolling run

    when the hillocks robe themselves in shimmering mirage.

  3. She plunges over the hillocks when their grasshoppers chirr,

    on hard limbs of hers, tough-bellied and tireless.

  4. Nothing kept her from drinking there, save that there spoke

    a dove among heavily laden boughs.

Sol 5.6