1. For you, my eye is a sanctuary and my heart a house.

    In both I have hidden your ancient covenant.

  2. And I have not sobered from intoxication—no indeed!

    How could I sober, when I grew drunk on your dusky lips?

  3. The reproachers spread out their censure of me concerning you.

    And I rolled up the carpet of acceptance, withdrawing it from them.

  4. How can the tormented one intend to forget you,

    O heart's desire, when he is dead amid the clan?

  5. And keeping myself from beauty such as yours is going astray.

    And joy belongs to my heart, for I have found the way.

  6. Around you, O Kaaba of love, my heart circled.

    And the lightning-flash of Safa appeared, so I hastened.

Sol 6.1