Sol 5.6

  1. I wronged you when I likened your supple form to spear shafts,

    your hair to darkest night, and your smile to dawn;

  2. your breasts to pomegranates, your cheek to the white oryx,

    your mouth’s nectar to wine, and your eyes to magic;

  3. your pearly smile to lightning, and your neck

    to the necks of white-gazelle fawns in a barren, trackless waste.

  4. But I, O ʿUluww, cannot find

    in the form of verse what such comparison demands.

  5. She said, “By my life, you have not dealt fairly; in love

    laws hold sway unlike whatever you men decree should hold sway.”

  6. I said, “By the Lord of the House, I am indeed lovestruck

    by your lovely, graceful form, O pearl of the curtained chamber.

  7. Yet not every trait I named has filled me with aching longing,

    so show no rancor, O delight of the age.”

Sol 5.6