Sol 6.1

  1. My letter hastens; it has come to you, honored upon the eye.

    So hasten to a dwelling—may you be safe from the evil eye!

  2. There dwells a band of lovers,

    Their conversation like wine amid fragrant blossoms.

  3. And fly on the wing of resolve toward their place of flight,

    And beware, at the hill's foot, of a herd of wide-eyed gazelles.

  4. They unveiled like full moons and turned like wild-ox calves,

    And swayed like branches that had bent in their suppleness.

  5. For whoever seeks to catch the hawks in their nest,

    Then no wonder he is found in a peregrine falcon's grasp.

Sol 6.1