Sol 5.6

  1. How you have made me weep blood and tears,

    then robbed my two eyes of sleep!

  2. O sovereign of beauty, with perfectly proportioned stature,

    guarded from every gaze, a peerless wonder!

  3. By the one whose love is the heart’s ultimate desire,

    if I hope for but an hour of union, it remains beyond reach.

  4. How often I conceal my love for fear of a talebearer,

    and seek his favor, though he treats me cruelly!

Sol 5.6