Sol 5.6

  1. Our beloved, you are ours through displeasure and favor,

    And in the heart, because of you, are anguish and pounding.

  2. We remember you as tears pour down and the heart

    Melts, while the yearning lover’s eyelids rain.

  3. A tormenting longing for you swept us aloft,

    With a sigh that kindles burning passion and flame.

  4. Toward you we rode upon the back of every fearful peril,

    Whose terrors tossed us about as it roamed on.

  5. From it a watcher confronts us—a spectacle of horror—

    Dread and awesome, ushering men toward their appointed deaths.

  6. We plunged into the darkness of night, the night pitch-black,

    Utterly dark, while calamities frowned in our faces.

  7. We came, yet gained nothing of worth from you,

    Nor was any fortune or share of you attained.

  8. We kept faith with love in all sincerity, while you betrayed us;

    You won by filling us with passion’s torment, while we lost.

  9. So afterward, grant us the favor of a visit

    By which life grows serene and living sweet.

  10. Do not deny us one glimpse of your beauty,

    That a heart may find rest, or a sorrowful soul rejoice.

  11. Otherwise, longing’s messengers are dispatched whenever

    A north wind or a south wind blows between us.

  12. If, in your love, you dealt justly with people such as us,

    Hearts would be rent—not garments torn.

  13. Secrets would be revealed and burning passions laid bare,

    And a lover would lament what his beloved had wrought.

  14. I yearn for you, and love stirs me violently,

    As one far from home yearns when he is a stranger.

  15. I grow rapturous at the mention of you whenever you are mentioned,

    For at the mention of you I am ever enraptured.

Sol 5.6