Sol 5.6

  1. O gazelle of the lowland, amid wild lote and acacia,

    Who was it that lured you into aloofness and maidenly reserve?

  2. I looked, the day you passed by—and there struck me full

    an arrow from the wild, though its archer was one of humankind.

  3. I used to marvel at the saying, “The decree has come to pass”;

    from that moment on, I have believed in destiny.

Sol 5.6