Sol 6.1

  1. Do not fear blades with keen edges;

    rather, fear gazelles in the camp with tender cheeks.

  2. For a spear's point is weaker in effect

    than drowsy eyelids crowning shapely forms.

  3. And my soul be ransom for the gazelle who has imitated sleep,

    in fleeing from my eye and turning away.

  4. Had my eye seen anything but the languor of his eyes,

    I would not have loved wasting sickness or sought more.

  5. He punished my heart when he saw my intoxication

    without bounds, so that he might enforce the prescribed penalties.

  6. So in this fluttering it resembles his two sashes,

    and in this blaze it resembles his cheeks.

  7. An affinity: if my envier gained it from him,

    I would become envious of the envious one.

  8. And by my life, if my patience betrays me, then I am

    the most enviable of people, since it has mirrored his pledges.

  9. O phantom of the beloved, I closed my eyes deliberately;

    so take my closed eyes to mean I am asleep.

  10. My side draws away from beds,

    and my eyelids spend their time in prostration to you.

  11. Do you think the breezes will carry the remnants

    of my body, or shall I visit Zarud one day?

Sol 6.1