1. O lightning of Najd, have you mirrored my heart

    in this blazing and this visible fluttering?

  2. Were it not for the love you both share, you would not have shed

    your tears on the slope of that valley.

  3. Do you suppose the little dweller of the sanctuary, with her beauty,

    has stolen your sleep in love, and mine?

  4. I exposed my heart that day at Rama, when she appeared

    with eyes resembling sharp blade-edges.

  5. And I asked her to rob me, knowing that whoever

    she robbed became the prince of that gathering.

  6. And a sweet-voiced one, whose suppleness the dune's branches adore

    when his slender, swaying figure moves gracefully,

  7. gives his drinking companion drink with his cup and with his glance,

    and with his lips, to satiety—yet the companion grows thirsty.

  8. That is only because the kindler of longing

    between the ribs is forever kindling.

  9. And he spends the night nearer my heart than my lifeblood,

    while I spend the night lamenting his utter remoteness.

  10. So it is as though we long for the oneness of our union,

    passionately, and hate the division of multiplicity.

Sol 6.1