Sol 5.6

  1. And none on earth is more wretched than a lover,

    though he finds love sweet to the taste.

  2. You see him weeping at every moment,

    for fear of parting, or from longing.

  3. He weeps when they draw far away, yearning for them,

    and weeps when they draw near, afraid of separation.

  4. His eye grows hot when they are far apart,

    and his eye grows hot when they meet.

Sol 5.6