1. I would hate love, if I did not hate separation.

    For it has gnawed my bones with its fangs.

  2. Yet it cannot compare with coldness and aversion.

    To me, nothing compares with coldness and hatred.

  3. Those two, rather than distance, are what destroy my soul,

    Though the day of parting crushed my heart.

  4. Without them, I would not have left Jilliq,

    Or worn out my horses racing elsewhere.

  5. Promise me one good day, and spill my blood

    If I do not gladly accept it as ground for reconciliation.

Sol 6