1. Woe to the physician whose two hands palpated your hand!

    How bold he was in what he dared undertake with you!

  2. Had his glances been his lancets,

    then, had he aimed them at you, he would have bled you, delicate as you are.

  3. O radiant-smiled one, how coyly you treat the

    lovesick lover, as though you had already made him taste your coolness!

  4. I marvel that you slew the valiant, mighty man, though

    a man weak in strength, if he wished, could bend or bind you.

Sol 5.6