1. My lord, the letter has reached me—

    like a garden embroidered by the clouds;

  2. like glory matched with wealth,

    and beauty matched with youth.

  3. It tells of a love that

    neither changes nor is tainted,

  4. and of the sweetness of a reproach whose

    sweetness resembles the nectar of the lips—

  5. a reproach that incites one to transgress

    so that the reproach may return.

  6. It has conquered hearts, for they have

    no veil against the magic of its impact.

Sol 5.6