Sol 5.6

  1. O slender dune-born bough, with a moon above it,

    when shall I see you bend toward your yearning lover?

  2. O peerless one in beauty, is there anyone to aid a youth

    melted away by those two tormentors: sleeplessness and lovesick wasting?

  3. The tender green down upon your cheek enthralled him, and he fell in love;

    and those two seducers—coquettish grace and slenderness—roused his passion.

  4. Enslaved by love, he has never ceased to be infatuated with beauty;

    those two sorcerers—languorous charm and luxuriant lashes—struck him down.

  5. O you who reproach me, leave me be—or heap still more blame upon me!

    For I am bewitched by one whose face is flecked with beauty marks.

  6. His face and my soul, when he departed, were of one accord:

    but sleep and my eyes, since he vanished, have gone their separate ways.

Sol 5.6