Sol 5.6

  1. Many a night I lit with gleaming smiles,

    and many a morning blotted out with tresses;

  2. and from a watchman I concealed myself,

    lest he see me nestled in the shelter of bosoms.

  3. Through the night, my fortress against him was an arm and breast,

    and my shield, necklaces of camphor.

  4. I pluck lightning from the pearly teeth of pale

    beauties, and roses set in the disks of full moons,

  5. beneath a night like Joseph’s robe upon

    Jacob’s eyelids—or like the glad herald’s words.

Sol 5.6