1. Though drink grow scarce, I am not one to break my fast

    with bādhāq wine, the kind in which the marketplace trades.

  2. I shall leave whatever I fear may do me harm,

    and drink what bees and she-camels store up—

  3. two drinks that bring me no abhorrence from God,

    nor any skin-splitting stroke of the lash.

Sol 6.1