Sol 5.6

  1. Ah, with many a necklace-wearing beauty have I shared

    wine, its bubbles like the slough of the speckled serpent,

  2. while the full moon on the sky’s horizon was like a dirham,

    or a white blaze between the eyes of a jet-black horse—

  3. until the face of dawn appeared as though it were

    a friend’s forgiveness of his friend who had done wrong.

Sol 5.6