Sol 5.6

  1. Blessed may your eyelids be with slumber,

    and may the eyes of all who sleep repose;

  2. while I, kept sleepless by love,

    remain so till the end of time.

  3. May your body never suffer what has wasted me away:

    sickness or consuming grief.

  4. To you alone I bring my complaint against you—

    about that, I turn to no one else.

Sol 5.6