Sol 6.1

  1. Ah, for an aching heart,

    that has not escaped burning anguish.

  2. It is stoked within my liver

    by the downpour from the cloud of my tears.

  3. O you who shunned me, my eyelids

    have not slept since their departure.

  4. With your parting, you have strewn

    the thorns of the qatād bush upon my bed.

  5. O you who reproach me for loving them,

    do not hope that I will forget them.

  6. Do not think my heart—since

    I parted from my loved ones—is with me.

  7. O my burning liver, over

    their parting, tear yourself apart!

Sol 6.1