Sol 5.6

  1. O miserly one, every glance of your eye

    is a treasure to the consummate poet.

  2. Make me need no beauty but yours, O sweet—

    —one, through the beauty and loveliness within you.

  3. Do not leave me gazing upon you as a mirage,

    its light diffused through the heavens of my art.

  4. You, to whom I gave the choicest essence of my life—

    how have you repaid me by wronging and cheating me?

  5. People have seen in you nothing but a figure,

    wondrously fashioned in its coy charm and graceful sway;

  6. but I see you as nothing other than my very being,

    perfectly formed in my heart and in my eyes.

Sol 5.6