1. May a raincloud's teats water both sides of Baghdad;

    My tears mirror its downpour and its descent.

  2. For in them I have a heart, longing for which has grieved me,

    And a soul's lifeblood I never tire of remembering.

  3. I shall forgive the days every grievous wrong

    If, after separation, they bring a visit to her within reach.

Sol 6.1