Sol 5.6

  1. Do you reproach me, when you yourself are a young man worthy of reproach?

    Languid-eyed, a lovesick man reproaches me.

  2. O my tears, come into my heart:

    within it lies an old malady that pervades it.

  3. And O you who have taken to reproaching me with blame—

    a fellow-sufferer knows his companion well.

  4. May God heal us of consuming grief and passionate longing;

    the one for whom our hearts are a ransom abides forever.

Sol 5.6