Sol 5.6

  1. My heart clung to his honeyed mouth,

    a fawn whose refusal kept pace with my entreaty.

  2. He knotted estrangement and undid the knot of his fidelity,

    and destroyed me with what was knotted and what was loosed.

  3. Supple as the bough, turning as the gazelle,

    lovely as the full moon—he possessed every beauty.

  4. Love for him, once established, lifted my endurance away,

    decisively, with the droop of his languishing eyelid.

  5. O you through whom my heart lies sick with secret love,

    have mercy on a heart afflicted by passion.

  6. Estrangement’s pain has wasted me—has fulfillment now come

    to rescue the pain-stricken with what he hopes for?

  7. Root your cups of wine in love,

    in a convivial hour enveloped in hopes.

  8. Seize of life’s pleasures whatever is granted by

    the opportunities of time, and ignore a faultfinder’s blame.

Sol 5.6