Sol 5.6

  1. My tears make my eyes open wide;

    while sleep makes my eyes close tight.

  2. Does my lady, then, have any tenderness of heart,

    and will what lies within my breast ever die away?

  3. Do you think time will delight us with a meeting,

    and clasp one yearning lover to another?

  4. One whose mother’s cunt bears a thousand horns

    that have towered above the height of Manāf.

Sol 5.6