Sol 5.6

  1. Indeed, in him suppleness and slender grace have reached perfection—

    a dancer whose every performance is a marvel.

  2. His rhythm is like a full mān measure, undiminished,

    and his impetus like rhymes that never vary.

  3. He displays movements to us in his languid swaying,

    as though they were rajaz verses untouched by metrical variation.

  4. I said, as he swayed gracefully in his gestures,

    while my heart trembled for his limbs:

  5. “How long will this bough weary his own fair form?

    O people, what glory rests upon his branches!

  6. Though I delight in his swaying,

    I fear that, if he bends, he will snap.”

Sol 5.6