Sol 5.6

  1. No joy has answered my life in your absence;

    nor, in your absence, has any goblet felt right at my fingertips.

  2. My longing for you—may God restore the time we shared—

    is a longing that frolics through the fields of love.

  3. Again and again it is concealed, but its blaze reveals it;

    and fire lies hidden for a while, then bursts into flame.

Sol 5.6