1. For you the doves of the arak trees lament,

    And in your name the breaths of perfume waft.

  2. Have the gardens, then, been told of you? For I

    see gladness gleaming in the face of the gardens.

  3. My tears reveal the secret of my passion, as though they

    were commentaries on the text of love's tales.

  4. And but for you, the breeze would not have blown perfumed,

    nor would the scent of musk have begun to waft from it.

Sol 6.1