Sol 6.1

  1. I fell in love with him, Bedouin in tongue,

    and in face and dress, steadfast of heart.

  2. I embrace one whose stature is a straight lance;

    you see his glance where its spearhead would be.

  3. He drew the veil across his mouth,

    thus offering the anemone to the chrysanthemum.

  4. And the musk of his tresses flows

    over the myrtle of his Khosrovian brocade.

  5. He melts with longing for the barking of dogs

    when the cock's crow stirs us to delight.

  6. I greet him with roses and jasmine,

    yet he yearns for wormwood and abhqan.

  7. Among us, he longs for the howling of wolves

    when the cock's crow stirs us to delight.

  8. So, O Bedouin, the arrows of your eyelids

    have slain your guests around the serving bowls.

  9. If your creed is to honor the bonds of protection,

    then say, 'You are safe under my pledge of protection.'

Sol 6.1