Sol 6.1

  1. And a dish smiles in the bowl through its varied array:

    Its grains are like jewels unstrung;

  2. Its olives are like polished jet;

    Its carrots are the verse-endings of Revelation;

  3. Its chickpeas are like pearls in their shape;

    Its lentils are choice and splendid,

  4. Like beadwork, precisely proportioned,

    Or gold dearly purchased with silver;

  5. And cowpeas like the cheeks of barren females,

    Or the squinting eyes of wary experts,

  6. In them remain traces of slight eye-inflammation;

    Speckled, adorned by a coating of honey.

Sol 6.1