1. Indeed, your love sweeps me away from every other passion,

    Until it is as though a watcher from you stood over me.

  2. And I wander, striving, through the engulfing depths of your love—

    At times, the companion beside me thinks me fearsome.

  3. No sooner do I think of smelling your bosom for a moment

    Than I fill the folds of my robe with tears.

Sol 5.6