1. The veils were lifted from the full moons of perfection.

    Welcome, welcome, people of beauty!

  2. My masters, my masters, by my claim upon you, I implore you:

    In your eyes, I am dear and precious.

  3. No beloved of my heart remains to me but you.

    My separate self vanished, and the state of my imagination was transformed.

  4. They made me theirs through their kindness and accepted me—

    a bondslave—and thus I became a master among men.

  5. And if rejection should consume my very being,

    have mercy on me and graciously grant me union.

Sol 5.6