Sol 6.1

  1. الحائكُ الأمردُ أجفانُهُ

    تنصرُ وجدي وهْيَ مكسورَهْ

    The beardless weaver—his eyelids

    aid my longing, though they are broken.

  2. قدْ بَعُدَتْ شقةُ هجرانِهِ

    والنفسُ في كفَّيْهِ مأسورهْ

    Long has grown the distance of his estrangement,

    and the soul is captive in his two hands.