Sol 5.6

  1. Blessed is He who fashioned you for us—a gazelle,

    sheltering in the shadows of its forelock;

  2. whenever it sways to the right or the left,

    I see the letter dāl in your curved temple-lock.

  3. God shaped it into a bow of doom;

    it vaunts itself above keen swords and lofty spears,

  4. and slays leaders and retainers.

    And when it resembled the crescent-shaped bow,

  5. we wished that it might be dotted with pearls;

    but it was dotted with musk from your mole,

  6. leaving Love no state there

    in which to find endurance or devise escape.

  7. For Beauty endowed it with perfection,

    and through the dot its dāl became a dhāl.

  8. So I said to her: Do the sweetest of your deeds—

    and set a lover, wasted and made to weep, on a par

  9. with a captive who died pierced through and never complained.

    And we all became Love’s possession;

  10. for that reason lovers became the slain—

    and here am I, perishing for that very cause.

Sol 5.6