1. The beloved has dealt justly—who, then, can wrong us?

    And he has drawn near—where will he lead us?

  2. In place of camels that once roamed

    with me through the wilderness, I was given a circling cup.

  3. I drank all that the small vessel could hold,

    then more—all that the great one could bear.

  4. I roused my drinking companions when

    Sirius the Crosser had crossed with us.

  5. The full moon on heaven’s horizon

    was like a garden with a stream.

  6. Rise! The watcher has grown weary,

    and slept; joy has awakened.

  7. Iblis gave the signal, and we said—

    all of us—“What an excellent counselor!”

  8. Fallen in a battlefield from which

    wild beasts and vultures recoil;

  9. the blossoms of our garden are cheeks,

    and its branches are slender waists.

  10. Life is at its most discreet

    when the curtains are torn aside.

  11. Rise and drink the enduring

    wine—for this world is only delusion.

  12. The cupbearers passed her round, as

    falcons present their quarry:

  13. a virgin wine whom blending conceals,

    as though within it she were a secret thought.

  14. Beneath her bubbles you imagine

    a cheek kissed by many mouths.

  15. Until we bowed down in worship, the ima—

    —m before us the bass and treble strings.

  16. And when we sober up, the tongue is

    sweet, and thought flows abundantly.

  17. We break open a meaning, or one is born

    among us like a vizier;

  18. or it praises the glorious king,

    the lord, peerless and august.

  19. Nothing he sought ever defied him—

    how, then, could an equal elude him?

  20. On a morning of convivial joy, you were given glad tidings

    of it by instruments and wine,

  21. when rosewater was our rain,

    and the earth had perfume for soil.

  22. The water entices an ardent lover—O

    king whose fingertips are seas!

  23. Your bounty says, “Just so

    have full moons poured upon the petitioner.”

  24. Your sword says, “Just so

    does it seek out throats when angered.”

  25. Never could mouths have smiled

    had the frontiers not been secured through you.

  26. The enemy’s land has submitted,

    and the herald has brought news of victory.

  27. These hopes are slaves to me,

    and joy is my hired servant.

  28. I met him and lowered my gaze

    when the radiant moon appeared.

  29. I trailed my robes in the glory

    of his presence and said, “Who, then, is Jarir?”

  30. A year I lived

    beneath his shade seemed but one short day.

Sol 6.1