1. And a slender-waisted beauty—when she rose and sought refuge in her waist

    from her haunches—her mantle said, “It offers no refuge.”

  2. At al-Naqā she struck my companion with one little word;

    he reeled as wine sets a rake swaying.

  3. Her peers told me that the moisture of her mouth

    —as the arak twig testifies—is delicious.

  4. Their description thus lodged an attachment in my heart;

    and here I am, laid low by that account.

Sol 5.6