Sol 5.6

  1. O peerless beauty, how little need you have—

    —to wrong your lover!

  2. Do you think that excess—

    —in loving you has become one of my sins?

  3. Through loving you, there befell me a calamity—

    —unlike all other calamities.

  4. What amazes me is that you should deem—

    —your treatment of me nothing strange.

  5. Do not deceive me: the signs cannot—

    —be hidden in one who gives cause for suspicion.

  6. Where is that former cheerfulness, O you—

    —who never cease from this frowning?

  7. O crescent moon who clothes the earth—

    —in a veil of pallor,

  8. no sooner does he appear than his face cries:

    “O sun, vanish!”

  9. O gazelle whose grazing-ground—

    —is the land of hearts,

  10. to whom doom has driven me—

    —as a beloved leads his lover:

  11. my sickness comes from the languor of your eye—

    —lids, while in your shade lies my healing.

  12. The radiance of your face is my—

    —lamp, and your breaths my perfume.

  13. I am the happiest of all people, since—

    —you, of all people, became my allotted share.

  14. Others loved before me, but—

    —never did they love one like my beloved.

  15. My father be ransom for the coolness of your teeth,

    though it has kindled my blaze.

  16. May God never afflict you, even if—

    —one day you are worn away by what afflicts me.

Sol 5.6