Sol 5.6

  1. Suppose I was deceived by what had already enthralled my lovers.

    My youthful freshness worked upon them, as did my radiance.

  2. You were the closest of them to me, and the most affecting,

    so your love took up its dwelling in my depths.

  3. I had imagined you the one hoped for in my time,

    and nearly cast off my caution to set myself free.

  4. You spoke with enchantment, flowing through my feelings,

    and visited like a star—behold, no!—across my horizons.

  5. I gave a little, and whatever I could, I gave

    to one who made light of lineage and morals.

  6. A person gives part of a thing as preparation

    for an intention of good, heedless of failure.

  7. No blame is mine if I was sincere,

    while you, my deceiver, were among the worst of my fortunes.

  8. Youth had a call that settled in my ear,

    and nature a malady that spat out my antidote.

  9. You lied to me of love; be thankful for what you gained through it,

    and praise be to God that the rest escaped you.

  10. You betrayed me and broke the covenant, relying

    on weak-mindedness before the bluster of a glib tongue.

  11. My fancy was lost in hopes I might attain

    at your hands, and in a life of abundance with you.

  12. Where are the cups from which you made me drink so lavishly

    of promises, and where is the grace, cupbearer?

  13. O pourer of poison to those exposed to it, have you brought what

    you used to guard your honor against attack, O guardian,

  14. against one who lays claim to cleverness? It catches him

    where he is ignorant, through people with no skill.

  15. God has now put distance between us, and gone is

    a covenant once pledged; had I not escaped, it would have burned me.

  16. What business have you today returning to me, when among

    the traces of your treachery toward me are tears in my eyes?

  17. You hope for hospitality? It is not granted to one of insolence

    with a record among thieves under moonlight.

  18. In fairness, you ate food lawful and wholesome; indeed,

    you overturned my pot and smashed my plates.

  19. Insight is the eye of the heart, if hidden

    from outward eyes are the afflictions of the refined lover.

  20. I had adorned my pages with words about you, from my own hand,

    thinking you, in my eyes, the finest of my treasures.

  21. But now my opinion of you has failed—you made it fail—

    so I have overturned my inkpot over my pages.

  22. A heart—like the overturning of my inkpot—the days will expose;

    no magic will conceal it, nor any spell-reciter.

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