Sol 6.1

  1. O Fatima, gently—less of this scowling.

    And if you truly mean to sever our bond, then give up hope.

  2. She scowls at me, having seen that I love her,

    Like one with a blessing who displays it only as misery.

  3. And if you break the covenant that was between us,

    And reveal what remains of your furtively snatched affection,

  4. For I—do not let my outward composure deceive you—

    Shall surely forget love by keeping a prudent distance.

  5. And I know that the earth holds ample room

    For anyone not hemmed in by a prison.

  6. When the lowly weakling who has tired of his people

    Is [verb unclear] by circumstances, with the trembling, bewildered one,

  7. And I have been a man who does not shun sincere companionship,

    Nor am I one to sleep without a resting place.

Sol 6.1