1. How many moons upon the dune—and how many a moon has vied with him!

    The moon itself wishes it possessed a share of his beauty.

  2. His eye’s languor afflicts the moon with sickness;

    and every offense that Love commits is forgiven.

  3. The reproachers said, “How quickly you fell in love!”—but they

    do not know that the path of love is short.

  4. Passion is nothing but a furtive theft that arose,

    committed against the inmost heart by hearing or sight.

  5. Fire burns in my liver since you vanished from my sight,

    and from my eyelids, now that you have left me, comes rain.

Sol 5.6