1. If wine has grown hard to come by and has been forbidden,

    and Islam and dread of sin stand between me and it,

  2. still, at dawn I drink my fill of it, and drink it

    unmixed; at times I grow rapturous and mingle.

  3. And sometimes a singing-girl stands at my head;

    when she lifts her voice, there is coy allure in her.

  4. She raises her voice at times and lowers it,

    as the meadow’s lilting fly hums.

Sol 6.1