Sol 5.6

  1. A Najdi woman—she deserves love,

    lofty in station, a wondrous marvel.

  2. Her eye—O what an eye!—is ocean-deep,

    the ruin of lovers’ hearts.

  3. And her neck—O gazelle-like neck—

    she shies at a passing figure, coy and playful.

  4. And the breeze—O breeze of the wasmi rains—

    the lavender shoots bend and sway in it.

  5. I found pure accord with the pure-hearted one

    when what struck me struck the beloved too.

  6. For me, there is no more going or coming;

    our love stood at the beloved’s door.

Sol 5.6