Sol 5.6

  1. What arrow lies in the heart of what slain man—

    shot by a languid glance and a kohl-darkened eye?

  2. Enough for whoever gloats, should he see me:

    every sincere adviser and close friend has grown weary of me.

  3. Do not reproach a lover for weeping;

    for in tears there is comfort for one who ails.

  4. The water of my eyes has extinguished what was in my heart—

    is there any way to suppress a sigh?

Sol 5.6