Sol 6.1

  1. At your service, at your service, caller to pleasure from nearby,

    To supple forms like boughs rising from dunes.

  2. Indeed, the necks are like lilies ascending;

    Indeed, the tresses are like an anklet descending.

  3. To the cheeks of the daughters of Rum, which have emerged

    From their veils and turned the eyes of the Arabs.

  4. From each woman unveiling a face radiant with bashfulness,

    In it are two embroidered patterns: of water and of flame.

  5. And she smiled, revealing a mirage or pebbles of hail,

    Almost dripping with the watery quality of [unclear word].

  6. Young men urge her onward in song, their faces fashioned

    From contentment, and [unclear fragment] [unclear fragment] from anger.

Sol 6.1