Sol 5.6

  1. A calamity has struck—an anguish that will not pass.

    Ever since the adorned remnants of the encampment stood empty of my beloved,

  2. Spare me your reproach, for I am love-stricken, O my censor,

    ever since separation from an inconstant lover overwhelmed me.

  3. He turned away from me; since he shunned me, my body has grown gaunt,

    and my tears are copious, carving a path across my cheek.

Sol 5.6