Sol 5.6

  1. Long separation and the melting heart,

    the sigh that comes and goes,

  2. the tearful eye, whose tears

    we inhale because of overpowering grief—

  3. all race through a lovesick youth’s body faster

    than sure-striking arrows that never miss him.

  4. Whoever, after you, hopes that I may find consolation—

    may his lying hopes never come true.

Sol 5.6