1. And your hand is a brimming sea.

    And your resolve is a renowned sword.

  2. I did not leave your home by choice.

    How could one leave the rain-bearing clouds?

  3. But my heart grew constricted because of certain people;

    the lightest of them weighs on my heart like Mount Thabir.

  4. And your gathering, guarded against all that is base:

    it is impossible for hearts to feel constricted there.

  5. Instead, they glow and shine,

    and full moons look beautiful among its stars.

Sol 6