1. Do you let your eyelids drink the cup of love,

    yet keep its drunken one from awakening?

  2. I was tenderly protective of my tear;

    when it flowed, I grew afraid of it.

  3. Then what say you of a soul to which you have left

    no path for anything but death?

  4. If my being slain is inevitable,

    then lead me gently on to death.

Sol 5.6