Sol 5.6

  1. Indeed, all her beauties have attained perfection;

    no flaw can be seen in her.

  2. A slender bough, above it a moon—

    but beneath it, a rounded dune.

  3. The beauty of all creation became a genus,

    and my mistress an individual of it.

  4. I was eager to offer her my greeting,

    but eagerness availed me nothing.

  5. She gave me no greeting; instead,

    her tender fingers made a sign.

  6. I construed it as bidding me forget her,

    though my love stands manifest—an explicit text.

Sol 5.6