1. Never, in all the years gone by, have my own two eyes seen,

    nor had any man’s eye before him seen,

  2. the like of a moustache that made my heart drink death—

    and its cure would be a kiss, were one given in exchange.

  3. If you do not grant it to me, even by stealth,

    I have no qibla in the religion of love.

Sol 5.6