1. And a caller calls with a dog's bark, while before him

    Lie dense masses of a black night, its depths pitch-dark.

  2. He called, hoping to rouse arms—

    A youth like Ibn Layla, when its stars had set.

  3. I sent him a black cauldron, not a she-camel,

    That yields abundantly whenever its barren wind blows ominously.

  4. As though the white vertebrae in its recesses

    Were maidens emerging when their loved one was struck down.

Sol 6.1