Sol 5.6

  1. I have known every turn of love, its jest and its earnestness;

    yet nothing in it pleased me but keeping faith with its affection.

  2. And from a heart still whole, an unseen voice came to me:

    “O captive of passion, will you not be so gracious as to return it?”

  3. If that heart has made its dwelling with me,

    it is enough that I have never tasted the reproach of losing it,

  4. and that I steadfastly keep the ancient covenant,

    patient beneath my beloved’s rebuff and absence.

  5. By God—and by the oath of manumission—my slayer,

    ʿUbayd, is truth’s captive—nay, the slave of his slave.

Sol 5.6