Sol 5.6

  1. I am ailing with longings that have stricken my heart,

    and left my eyelids bereft of sleep.

  2. A blaze for it has settled between my ribs;

    its mark endures in my body, along with torments.

  3. O eye that weeps over those longings with your tears,

    within you is a scar born of weeping and sleeplessness.

  4. You seem to have made an enemy of the heart—when in truth

    this befell you only since you wounded my heart.

Sol 5.6