Sol 6.1

  1. It was not the flashing lightning that shone in Najd;

    that came only from Hind’s smile.

  2. And when flashes of lightning accompany the clouds,

    they are—if you but knew—from the fire of my longing.

  3. May God forgive an eye that slew me;

    surely, it did not slay me on purpose.

  4. It did not know, when it gazed with an ailing eyelid,

    a languid one, that this sickness is contagious.

  5. Would that he had sold me drowsiness, bemoaning

    its weight, and bought with it some of my sleeplessness.

  6. O you of graceful stature, what of my reason,

    when the swaying of your flanks has destroyed my reason?

  7. Bring me my cup for love of him, O my drinking companion;

    for it is traced to his mouth and cheek.

  8. And unveil it in a sheer robe of gold,

    which the hand of blending has stitched with a necklace.

Sol 6.1