1. The flowering boughs have bosoms and necks;

    They draw near you and withdraw as they sway.

  2. And the bubbles upon their frail streams

    Unsheathe a sword and string a necklace.

  3. And the breezes murmur across the horizons,

    And the doves have lutes among the boughs.

  4. So bring your cup, or a kindness that for us

    Takes your cup's place and lasts when you yield.

  5. For wine is no sweeter than your speech, when

    Composition and recitation make it shine for the ear.

  6. Or take the tale of my passion and make it your evening talk;

    For it brings the ear relief and delight.

  7. I am smitten with a young gazelle who forever builds my passion,

    And banishes and exhausts my efforts at patience.

  8. How many tale-bearers, men and women, in my love for him!

    And how many reckoners and enviers alongside Time!

  9. And how many against me when I am absent from him, and how many,

    When I am present—tale-carriers and critics!

Sol 6.1