1. By your truth, the black eyelids are not sore with inflammation,

    Nor has Hind unsheathed an Indian blade with them.

  2. Rather, the languor in them is sheer enchantment,

    And in the drowsiness she displays lies sleeplessness.

  3. You have truly delighted my hearing, my reproacher,

    By mentioning her, as though you were singing,

  4. And you drove onward the mounts of my longing and my tears—

    Is that a rebuke for me, or are you chanting to urge them on?

  5. And there is a supple-limbed beauty whose waist is a lowland;

    I am mad for him, while amid his curves rises Najd.

  6. In his face I beheld a full moon—and something nearer;

    And the battles waged by his glance are Badr and Uhud.

  7. They said: his cheek is water and wine,

    Though each of the two is the other's opposite.

  8. I replied—and by my words I meant a beauty mark

    There, indeed; and above the opposites stands a peer.

  9. More wondrous than those two are a rose and myrtle,

    For no rose naturally grows upon myrtle.

  10. May my tears water the banner of his flowing tresses,

    For the beauty of dew upon myrtle surpasses all,

  11. And greet the two gleaming places, which are none but

    His front teeth, and a neck adorned with a necklace.

  12. His words are sweet—why should they not be?—and the mouth of

    The fair one is sugar, while her saliva is honey.

Sol 6.1