Sol 5.6

  1. The physician was perplexed by the state of my illness.

    He said, “I see something in your body that gives cause for concern.

  2. I felt your pulse, and my probing led me

    to a pain with a wondrous tale.

  3. What is this that afflicts you? Come, tell me.”

    So my answer to him was sobbing.

  4. I said, “O physician, estrangement is my malady,

    and my heart, O physician, is the grief-stricken one.”

  5. He shook his head in wonder at my words

    and said, “Love has no physician.”

  6. What he had said greatly pleased me,

    and I replied, “Indeed it does—when the beloved is pleased.”

  7. He said, “The beloved is the cure, so do not be remiss.”

    I said, “Yes—but the beloved does not answer.”

  8. Ah, is there a sympathizer who will weep for my sorrow?

    For I am a lovesick wanderer, alone and far from home.

Sol 5.6