Sol 5.6

  1. Her twin bangles steady, her earring swinging free,

    In loving her I found my right course, and did not miss the mark.

  2. When she combs a tress, its night branches out,

    and the maidservants’ comb makes a long night journey through it.

  3. She rises, and its sea of darkness envelops her;

    you see one foot of hers approaching the shore.

Sol 5.6