Sol 6.1

  1. A greeting from a lovesick lover far from his beloved;

    And the most eloquent gift is the greeting of one far away.

  2. I swear, after parting from you I have lodged

    Love, a stranger, between my heart and ribs.

  3. Who, then, will help one sick in heart and body, afflicted

    With chaste longing that wounds the limbs?

  4. He tells every visitor, ‘I am well,’

    Yet he is not cured of love’s disease.

  5. So, O son of eminence, glory, generosity, and hospitality,

    And of night’s bright stars and the pouring morning clouds—

  6. You departed, so life’s draught is no longer palatable

    To me, nor is dawn’s face bright.

  7. And the strangest thing is that your absence is a mourning gathering,

    Where the daughters of inspiration are led forth from me as brides.

Sol 6.1