Sol 6.1

  1. My ardor has taken hold and will not depart.

    So spare me the scolding reproacher.

  2. Longing has ruled the faculties; for this reason,

    the cup's redness has intoxicated every sober person.

  3. A bewilderment that dazes minds, and an ardor

    that sows sickness in healthy hearts.

  4. The universe spoke of my beloved, and so

    every limb became smeared with wounds.

  5. My mind was bewildered by a lord of Quraysh,

    who surpassed Jesus and the bearer of the Tablets.

  6. O caravan-driver, if you come to him,

    and to that sanctuary and those broad valleys,

  7. Load the pale camels—may you never be bereft—with my greetings

    to the Prophet of guidance, the attainer of success.

  8. God kept every wretch away from him,

    and every foul-mouthed man, and every man fully armed.

  9. Some people envied him for his prophethood,

    and feigned blindness to his radiant light.

  10. They fought him, feigning ignorance. How can it be hidden—

    the sun's rising or the morning's radiance?

Sol 6.1