1. If the words of you both are like arrows,

    then my heart is a fortress that yields to no archer.

  2. If you both seek to kill me without glances,

    leave me, for a long struggle lies before that goal.

  3. And if through reproach you seek my safety,

    would your gentleness appease my sword's fury?

  4. My soul be his ransom—were I not jealous of the east wind

    over him, I would not have withheld my greeting from him.

  5. And may rain bless an age white-stockinged with hopes,

    in which, for fellowship, we passed round a goblet's bright brow.

  6. So, O time I deemed nothing but a drunken spell,

    your passing left me the hangover of love.

  7. How long must I endure all I endure from love's anguish,

    and from people infatuated with ending my infatuation?

Sol 6.1