1. Between me and those I love lies what I cannot surmount—yet I have

    a longing carried onward by cameleer and sailor.

  2. O deep sea, if you should make for their shore,

    and winds commingle with you at the Bosporus,

  3. return from that sweetest Kawthar to a land

    where a sorrowing, full-throated singer laments his burning thirst.

Sol 6.1