Sol 6.1

  1. Oh, how lovely the cup in the beloved’s palm!

    It melted the lights amid the blaze.

  2. And how lovely the wine that has never ceased

    To carry me away with drunkenness until I vanish.

  3. O bough of the ban-tree, pass round its rose;

    And the rose in the ban-tree is, by my life, wondrous!

  4. And offer the moons the shooting stars of night,

    O sun—and this, too, is strange!

  5. I would ransom you; there is no doubt in my longing.

    Nor, for my solace, do you strike at a heart [wording unclear].

  6. So decree whatever you wish, except to shun me;

    My beloved’s every deed is dear to me.

Sol 6.1