Sol 5.6

  1. I entered upon Ibn al-Shahrazuri one night,

    with the locks already shut against access to the vizier.

  2. I beheld him, love-distraught, bedding Faysha,

    and reciting to her, his cheek awash with tears:

  3. “What could the talebearers possibly report

    except that they say I am in love with you?

  4. Yes, the talebearers spoke true: you are my beloved,

    dear to me, though your disposition toward me is not sincere.”

Sol 5.6