Sol 5.6

  1. Long has my sleepless vigil lasted into the pre-dawn,

    and long have I questioned the stars and the moon

  2. about a sunlike oryx-doe, from whom there flashed

    longing’s night-visitor in the darkness of wakefulness.

  3. Whenever I said, “Union with her has drawn near,”

    she forestalled my expectation with still other hopes.

  4. She comes into view from behind separation’s veil,

    bearing sorrows inscribed in fate.

Sol 5.6