1. And the full moon gleams in the sky, as though it were

    his beloved, whom I love, though he does not love me.

  2. And the cup passes round in the hand of one wearing a short tunic,

    Effeminate in speech, with languid eyelids.

  3. 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