1. My two eyes, pour freely for your beloved,

    bucketful, then bucketful again, from your outpouring.

  2. Do not congeal—this is no time for excuses,

    unless you melt for him who would melt you.

  3. Then pour the bucket-torrents copiously upon

    a full moon, as your tender bough is drenched.

  4. Here is my heart—and the bereavement is yours as well;

    for him weeps the eye of one who seeks reward from you both.

  5. So scorn to let anyone but you both

    weep more for what has vanished from your share.

Sol 5.6