Sol 5.6

  1. Against your reproach, my ears are deaf.

    I have an excuse—if only an excuse could be accepted.

  2. They made me their servant, enslaved me—and whoever

    becomes a slave to his own slave is free.

  3. Give me back my heart; I obeyed you concerning that for which

    you blamed me—if I had any choice in it.

  4. My hearing heeds reproach just as a rock would sprout—

    —beneath the clouds’ pouring rain.

  5. Lovers have no patience; nor can those who re—

    —proach them desist from blame with solace or restraint.

  6. I swear, they have divided my very soul:

    one half is mine, and one half the maidens’.

Sol 5.6