1. O you of well-proportioned stature, my patience has indeed fled.

    And tears, when they appeared, revealed hidden passion.

  2. You renewed my sorrows and lined my eyelids

    With sleeplessness—how far apart my sleep and I are!

  3. You strove to break my covenants, striving with zeal,

    Since my tears at parting from you became pools.

  4. Good news for you: the reproacher hates me because of you, for I

    Have never turned—and far be it from me to turn—to forgetting you.

  5. O goal of my pursuit, by your worth in my eyes,

    No one has dwelt in my heart but your image.

  6. Be gentle with a sorrowing man you pierced with your form:

    All the boughs have learned from it how to sway.

  7. I yielded to my tears, though they betray my love for you,

    And surrendered to love, the greatest seducer.

  8. O goal of my longing, my wasting away has truly drawn pity

    From my reproacher in love; even stone has softened at my plight.

  9. You burdened my heart with more than it can bear:

    Longing, ardor in loving you, and sorrows.

  10. O full moon, has the evidence of my sickness not sufficed you,

    And my tears, that you should sentence me to abandonment?

  11. Indeed, I am enamored of you, steadfast in love.

    May no lover who complains of love live—or ever exist!

Sol 6.1