1. Whatever I forget, I shall not forget al-Jazira, a playground

    for delight, frequented by beautiful, bashful maidens.

  2. The breeze courses through its tender growth and its pool,

    so a spear is shaken or an Indian-steel sword unsheathed.

  3. And tears of dew adorn every anemone,

    like a cheek over which a black betrayer has crept.

Sol 6.1