Sol 6.1

  1. The woman carrying the jar walks with it,

    radiant of face amid the crowd,

  2. like a red banner fastened

    for a commander who went forth with a mighty army.

  3. Were it not for your neck's poise beneath it

    and the sway of your side and figure as you bear it,

  4. I would empty it, moved to pity by its weight,

    even if your family complained of burning thirst.

  5. O Mayy, how well you can do without a jar!

    If you wished, it would be in the eyes of humankind.

  6. And if you made a headman carry it,

    he would gain honor and the highest rank.

  7. Perhaps you seek with it, out of compassion,

    O Mayy, to quench those parched by love.

Sol 6.1