Sol 6.1

  1. The gardens' lineage from the clouds is noble;

    and their place with the breeze is delightful.

  2. So drink, and make your goblet heavy, for it is

    a day light upon the heart of time.

  3. Or do you not see the lightning's embroidered bands amid

    a horizon where the rainclouds seem like sheer veils?

  4. And the day is stained crimson by the anemone's blush,

    bashful, and frail from the breeze's sickness.

  5. And the earth is a parchment, and the gardens its lines;

    and the flowers are vowel marks and letters between them.

  6. And it is as though the waterwheel has lost its way,

    so you see it never move away, though it keeps turning.

Sol 6.1