1. And a fawn whose hands tore the shirt,

    So the lion was left as prey before him.

  2. And he swayed, full in the hips, and

    Slender in the waist beneath a flat belly.

  3. I am indeed eager to love one

    Who is eager to kill me, evening and morning.

  4. So every moment, because he shuns me, I am

    In frightening turmoil—or confusion and distress.

  5. He says to the lover, as he comes,

    Strutting in his pride, 'Is there any escape?'

  6. So I said, 'O people, behold Joseph the

    Truthful, when the shirt was torn from him.'

  7. Then, many a lion lurking

    In his thicket makes the flank muscles tremble.

  8. And awe of the beloved makes

    His lover, and no one else, become prey.

  9. His saliva is tawny wine, mingled

    With water from Barada—and it is al-Barīṣ.

Sol 6.1