1. Drink beside the ravine, and alight in its virgin meadow;

    Its beauty has increased—so let your passion for it increase.

  2. For it clothed the slender ones in robes made from its branches,

    And taught foreign tongues snatches of its birdsong.

  3. Its fruit-laden branches leopard-spotted its beauty:

    Some rivaling earrings, others wearing pendants.

  4. The water folds girdles around its contours,

    And the wind knots fringes along their edges.

  5. The sun pierces one side of its trees

    With its light, revealing wonders beneath them—

  6. One says, “It has woven silver-plated mail,”

    Another, “It has gilded—or silvered—sheets.”

  7. The world keeps parading its beauties before it like brides,

    And ever renews for it its graces and rare gifts:

  8. A passing cloud pouring rain, or a bird calling,

    Or lightning flashing, or a traveler halting.

  9. I cannot count the ruby pebbles within it, nor

    The pearls I chance upon in its water.

  10. Whoever is halted there by his sorrows imagines

    That yearning has turned gray and passion grown senile.

  11. There longing tyrannizes every sorrowing heart—

    And how delightful longing is when it turns tyrant!

  12. So loosen the knots of care and drink the radiant wine;

    The breeze grew delicate, vying with it in fineness.

  13. What can the poet of praise say to you? All meanings

    Concerning you are exhausted, and the sea of words is drained.

  14. No recourse remains to me but prayer; and if

    It is heard, I shall remain devoted to it forever.

Sol 6.1