Sol 6.1

  1. How wondrous is his cheek’s fount as a watering place!

    And its springs come from the eyes of those who come to drink!

  2. The gazes throng, and with their tears

    are quenched, yet most leave it thirsty.

  3. O you who dwell in the cores of throbbing hearts,

    indeed, stillness in a throbbing heart has never been known.

  4. What ails a heart in which you dwell, while its fire

    remains forever unquenched in the water of your beauty?

  5. And indeed you have drawn—so do not hold back—

    a sword from the eyelids that is not sheathed.

  6. And you have slain my solace, my patience, and sleep;

    and their blood flowed in my eye—you did not deny it.

  7. If the boughs of the sand dune beheld your two sides

    and grew heedless, how is it you did not prostrate for their lapse?

  8. And many a veiled one’s image was gifted to me

    by my thought, since the sleepless eye was powerless.

  9. So I attained the near, close one, though he was far away,

    and the distant, far-off one, though he had not gone far.

Sol 6.1