1. Time shall judge between us, O my oppressor.

    Here is my plight—present it, for you know it well.

  2. Your dark-eyed, brazen glances have wronged me.

    Far from it—no, no! Rather, my own glances are the guilty ones.

  3. My gaze transgressed against my heart; had I but

    waged war against your eyes, I would never have made peace.

  4. You are the sovereign, and you are my adversary—so judge

    for me or against me; I shall never ask why.

  5. Whom have I but you, to whom I may complain of the wrong done me?

    Then have mercy on a lovesick lover who laid his wrongs before you.

Sol 5.6