Sol 6.1

  1. في لَحظِ طَرفِكَ عَبرَةٌ لِسَقامِهِ

    وَفَعالُهُ فِعلُ الحمام المُتلِفِ

    In your eye’s glance, a tear for its languor;

    And its deeds are those of death, the destroyer.

  2. فَكَأَنَّهُ فللٌ بَدا في مُرهَفٍ

    ماضٍ وَلَيسَ بِضائِرٍ لِلمُرهفِ

    So it is like a nick appearing in a fine-edged blade,

    Keen—and the nick does the blade no harm.