Sol 5.6

  1. O hour of joy, I have longed for Eid.

    A feast for the eyes, and a feast for the lovesick heart.

  2. Restore beauty to my sight, O graceful, long-necked one.

    And draw the rababa’s melodies across my verse.

  3. My verse in your voice—O loveliest voice—is birdsong.

    O emblem of my love, take this token of the written word.

  4. O dawn of a lifetime, in you life is made new.

    And your love renews its youth with every day.

  5. The eye and the moonlit night have rendezvous with your beauty.

    And love’s night has flung its door wide for lovers.

  6. How often I raised my voice in repeated refrains of your name.

    And how often longing’s breeze bore it by night toward you.

  7. And how often I desired you above all the other graceful maidens.

    And I say: there is none like you, O dearest of my soul.

  8. I want you to love me as I love you—and more.

    O you whose beauty has carried away my heart’s very pulse.

  9. O raindrop from the cloud upon the parched desert wastes.

    Give life back to my beating heart, O you who stole it away.

Sol 5.6