1. Who will bring me a dusky one, upright as a Khatti spear?

    Tales of my longing for him are evening talk among people.

  2. He called to me while the darkness was cold, and his fingertips

    Were passing round the fire of pure wine, which had no sparks.

  3. As though it were gold within its cups,

    Molten, with pearls set along its edges.

  4. Ah, what a night! In its shade were brought together

    From the wine and from him, before my eyes, the sun and the moon.

Sol 6.1