Sol 5.6

  1. Is there any grace in your nature,

    Or anything fitting in what you hope for,

  2. That you should be distracted from the object of your hope

    Yesterday in Qutrubbul,

  3. With that youth—mature, a king—

    For what I hope for is what you hope for;

  4. The one I rely on is the one you rely on;

    My benefactor is your benefactor;

  5. My honorer is your honorer;

    My endower is your endower;

  6. My subduer is your subduer;

    The one who has made me lovesick has made you so;

  7. The one who makes an example of me does so of you;

    My refuge is your refuge;

  8. What sickens me sickens you—

    Yet never mentioning me in your talk—

  9. No, nor in your lodging,

    No, nor at your drinking,

  10. No, nor in your love-talk,

    No, nor in your disputation.

  11. I shall turn to reproaching you,

    Or else you will desist from your ways,

  12. And from the calamities born of your treacheries,

    While I remain on guard against your deceit

  13. Whenever your schemes rise against me.

    Yet live on for us amid your retinue,

  14. At ease in your splendid robes;

    May there meet you in all that lies ahead

  15. Your heart’s desire, at your drinking-place,

    With your appointed end kept far away,

  16. Given ample room within your hopes,

    Restored to health from your ailments,

  17. Kept safe from your slips,

    Finding companionship in your intimacies,

  18. Excelling in your generosity—

    Though your presence is riches enough without your gifts—

  19. Drunk with your own delight,

    Amid the folded curtains of your canopy,

  20. Despite your malice persisting,

    And all the hidden guile I see in you,

  21. And my being left empty-handed because of you.

Sol 5.6