1. A gazelle bolted, fearing you might catch sight of her;

    your arrows sang out, then breathed ambergris.

  2. Tawny-kissed, her limpid nectar was mingled

    with a blend of camphor accompanying heady musk.

  3. The inferno of my longing, born of my passion, has seared

    my very liver—how, then, could I patiently endure?

  4. From beneath her helmet she revealed night to us,

    and beneath her face-veil revealed a radiant dawn.

Sol 5.6