1. Had his cheek-down not appeared upon his cheek,

    a lover's excuses would not have been clear.

  2. Indeed, my pallor in love, from his forsaking me,

    was caused by the redness upon his cheek.

  3. Oh, how wondrous his cheek, for there are joined the

    two opposites within it—its water and its fire!

  4. I am indeed slain by the sword of his glance;

    so pity one slain, whose blood goes unavenged.

  5. Who can exact his vengeance from a moon

    at its fullness, unshrouded by its dark phase?

  6. Drunk, never sober—and can one be sober whose

    saliva within his mouth is his wine?

  7. So marvel at him, a young branch of the bān tree:

    for most of my fire for him comes from his pomegranate blossoms.

Sol 6.1