Sol 6.1

  1. O his eye, deadly in its deep blackness,

    be gentle when you slay souls.

  2. And be patient when his brow shines forth;

    for how often you have awaited the radiant dawn!

  3. And how often you have spent in sleepless vigil

    a night of darkness, awaiting relief.

  4. And rule as you will over a lovesick man,

    and lead him along the most just path.

  5. And decree what you please concerning his soul,

    without sin—no, nor any blame.

  6. Indeed, you have stolen the sorrowful man's reason through what

    you have instilled of magic and coy charm.

  7. O my slayer, I am a man distraught with love,

    blind, deaf, and sorrowful in passion.

  8. If you have taken joy in slaying me,

    then slay me—may I be your ransom—and rejoice.

  9. And bewitch, and slaughter, and pounce as a predator,

    and kill, and be devoted to killing.

  10. I have never been one to forget my love for you, even if

    you banished me for a thousand years.

Sol 6.1