Sol 5.6

  1. O son of al-Dawāmī, whose

    bounty poured down in torrents;

  2. O you who, when you treat, heal,

    and when you afflict, kill;

  3. your two flavors differ: in

    your days, bitter sap and honey.

  4. I gave it to the heart; my gift

    was companionship and joy—

  5. a gift like maidens

    with their veils lifted away;

  6. or like the cheeks of beautiful women,

    blood-red with modesty;

  7. as though it were shimmering water

    with flames along its edges;

  8. as though some of your fragrance—

    wafting among the people—were borne in it;

  9. as though, through its own delicacy,

    it embraced your qualities;

  10. as though it were your hand, never

    fit for anything but kisses.

Sol 5.6