1. When the gazelle arched her neck and turned away,

    Love showed you, within her glance, the look of one reproaching.

  2. I knew neither how to appease her, nor had I sinned,

    save that I had donned a penitent’s robe.

  3. Never did my eye look upon you, even once,

    then turn away, save through streaming tears.

  4. Indeed, through you I summon sorrow and weeping

    whenever, amid some calamity, my tears run dry.

Sol 5.6