Sol 5.6

  1. He grew vain over his cheek and fresh-grown down—

    he whom we meant to reach by prostrating ourselves.

  2. I said, “My lord, I see little hairs

    like black ants creeping over ivory.”

  3. He swayed and said, “Easy now—this is

    the saffron of passion amid the roses of the cheeks.”

Sol 5.6