Sol 5.6

  1. They said, “Will you not weep, with their mounts yonder,

    along the mountain pass, bearing the fair maidens like statues?”

  2. Is it because my tears have run dry that they exchanged knowing glances

    and said, “He has recovered from love—or was he never enamored before?”

  3. Why, then, did they not reckon my sighing as weeping,

    since whenever the ringdove wept, they said it warbled?

  4. They went far away with one of silent anklets, redolent of perfume,

    with a beauty finely formed in every contour, honey-sweet in her dusky lips.

  5. If only one glance from her might bring relief to a burning thirst—

    there upon my liver! How closely longing resembles thirst!

Sol 5.6