Sol 5.6

  1. My beloved ones, how many greetings I have for you—

    I entrust them to the gusts of every south wind.

  2. So do not fail to return my greeting whenever

    a north wind blows upon a stranger far from home.

  3. An exile has two souls: one in Wāsiṭ,

    and one in Samarra, held in a beloved’s hand.

  4. His illnesses have apportioned among themselves the limbs of his body,

    so in every limb some grievous ailment makes its home.

  5. Nothing can heal him of exhaustion and wasting

    save a sip of saliva from one who gives no love in return,

  6. and smelling roses freshly gathered from his cheeks,

    and gaining a share of closeness to him.

Sol 5.6