1. By God, O lady of the anklet and sumptuous robes!

    Bring back to us what has passed from our days of old.

  2. Estrangement has lasted long; graciously grant a meeting and restore our union.

    For as for me, sweet slumber has forsaken my eye.

  3. In perfection of beauty, you have no equal;

    Nor among lovers is anyone as sorely tried as I.

  4. I have nothing but your gate, should my deeds betray me.

    For you are my hope, should my own hope fail me.

  5. Then mend and conceal my lapses, O my masters,

    And accept me despite the flaws within me.

  6. If you accept me—O my honor, O my joy!

    Or if my estrangement endures—O my humiliation, O my bereavement!

  7. For you are my hope when my paths close in upon me,

    And you are my recourse when all my resources are exhausted.

Sol 5.6