Sol 5.6

  1. My two friends, set out for the highlands, and bear my greetings

    to the beautiful women at al-ʿĀbidayn.

  2. If you two speak with them, then tell

    of Duwayn’s wasting lovesickness, worsening every morning,

  3. to one among them—a young mother, slender-waisted,

    long and supple along both sides of her back, yet ample-hipped.

  4. Indeed, she has left me unable to grasp a speaker’s

    words, or slake my thirst with cool, pure water.

Sol 5.6