1. With your mouth, you have put the daisies’ front teeth to shame.

    O forelock of night and face of dawn!

  2. And your eyes have left magic speechless, ever since

    you revealed through them the true qualities.

  3. Ah, how dark and languid those eyes have become!

    We unsheathe for lovers the white blades of dawn.

  4. O love, what a lovesick sympathizer!

    He saw the grove’s doves sing, and so he lamented.

  5. O bān-tree that swayed with his frame,

    it has indeed taught me what these spears are like.

  6. And you, O arrows of his glances,

    by God, you have riddled my heart with wounds.

Sol 6.1