1. He asks me what I need in his dwellings—

    a gazelle well versed in the heart's desires.

  2. His eyes will testify for me that they are love itself,

    and his smiling mouth, that I hover over it.

  3. Do you feign ignorance of what you know ails me,

    when no one among humankind is safe from you?

  4. And how can a miser cure my heart's disease,

    begrudging his own eye a cure, though it is sick?

  5. I patch up my love for you, though it is torn,

    and uphold the pledge's obligation, though it merits reproach.

  6. And less than what I have endured would deter a man,

    yet my roots in fidelity go far back.

Sol 6.1