Sol 5.6

  1. ،

    I love you, beyond imagination’s bounds,

    beyond legends, beyond fantasy.

  2. ،

    I love you—is it not time you knew that

    forgetting you is impossible?

  3. ،

    I love you—will you not give my heart relief

    from the tyranny of burdensome desires?

  4. ،

    I love, and know that I have become entangled—

    —in loving something beyond reach.

  5. !

    I truly want you! Will you not draw near?

    For I am weary of hope and entreaty.

  6. I am a woman—you have inhabited half my heart,

    and you bind my heart’s other half with ropes.

  7. ..

    !

    My captive... and how can one like me go on—

    one who dies when captivity departs!

  8. ..

    O woman, you have surpassed all I desire,

    all I do not desire... and all that cannot be reached.

  9. Did eternity’s secret grow beneath your eyes,

    or did God fashion you as limpid beauty?

  10. ؟ ؟

    Are you Venus? Are you Ishtar?

    Or has God singled you out for beauty’s secret?

  11. ؟

    Is that your face—or a Salsabil of radiance

    to which the hearts of men make pilgrimage?

  12. ؟

    Are those your eyes—or Harun’s armies, making

    Nikephoros drink from showers of arrows?

  13. ؟

    Is that your heart—or the eternal Garden and the Blaze,

    two halves? It grew sweet, and sweet was the outcome.

  14. ؟

    ،

    Is that your waist—or a Mozart melody singing,

    so that when it sways, the universe sways at its beauty?

  15. By your life, I desire a union

    with which I would crush the mountains rooted fast.

  16. I desire you until I soar in love

    and pluck your mulberries, fresh and lawful;

  17. then doze awhile upon the glimmer of your eyes

    and float upon the soft hills.

  18. I desire you as a love that demolishes my fortresses,

    even if a million others should belong to your heart.

  19. ، ، ،

    ، ،

    I desire you—whether you consent, refuse, or shun me,

    draw near, forsake me, or forget our union.

  20. ..

    Take me unto you... the very essence of longing,

    for I can no longer endure.

Sol 5.6