1. I sped to al-Murrī with a desperado’s charge—

    headlong and reckless, heedless of reproachers and excuses.

  2. He said, “Some purpose brings you, I see.” I said, “A need—

    lodged deep between the necklace-line and the throat.”

  3. When he stalled me, seeking recompense, I rebuked him

    and said, “Draw freely; we both stand beside an ocean.

  4. Is not Abū Isḥāq abundance enough for us in this—

    bestowing bounty upon Qays, while I bestow it upon Bakr?”

  5. Then he sang of the Beauty with the Mole until he swept me away,

    and the very skin of the earth beneath us nearly began to flow.

Sol 6.1