1. My lot-arrow has won—it is the highest—and my kindling too;

    my anguish has departed, and my gain has come,

  2. when I see the radiant sun in early

    forenoon beneath the night of Ibn Subh’s hair.

  3. In his glances he unsheathes a sword’s edge;

    from his upright figure he levels a spear’s shaft.

  4. If his face holds all beauty,

    then my reprover over him holds all ugliness.

  5. O my tears, pour over my cheek in longing;

    it is not just in love for you to be sparing.

  6. No one sways in armor with sword and helmet,

    and lance, while seeking peace.

  7. He defied sacred law and deemed people’s blood lawful;

    so love for him takes long explaining.

  8. His black eyelids have intoxicated us, but

    my counsel, friend, has unsheathed gleaming swords.

  9. If a reprover returns to reproaching me over him,

    I shall not forgo rubbing his ear with salt.

  10. His mouth almost takes away sight with its gleam,

    and his gaze bewitches with a fleeting glance.

  11. God has not shielded him from stinginess in granting union,

    yet, for all that, he prospers through stinginess.

  12. Indeed, my fast from him is like the Christians’ fast;

    would that I knew when I shall see my Easter feast!

Sol 6.1