Sol 6.1

  1. O you whose eyelids are kohl-darkened with that sorcery

    Without which Babylon would not have known anguish.

  2. My heart had been heedless of that by which it

    Perished; the heart of one unscathed is heedless,

  3. Until your spear-bearing bosom assailed me—

    Its two spearheads keen—and a murderous gaze.

  4. Your lovely necklace upon your neck is no pearl,

    But the watered pattern on a whirling sword.

Sol 6.1