والبدر يزهر في السماء كأنه
وحبه الذي أهوى ولا يهواني
And the full moon gleams in the sky, as though it were
his beloved, whom I love, though he does not love me.
والكاس دائرة بكف مقرطق
خنث الكلام مفتر الأجفان
And the cup passes round in the hand of one wearing a short tunic,
Effeminate in speech, with languid eyelids.
لم أنس ليلتنا به ياليتها
دامت فكانت مدتي وزماني
I have not forgotten our night with him—would that it
Had lasted, and thus been my lifespan and all my days.
Sol 6.1