Sol 5.6

  1. I have a beloved whose distance has wounded my heart,

    And, in his coyness, he grieved me with coldness.

  2. His shying away startled me—though he is a gazelle;

    By my life, shying away is the nature of gazelles.

  3. I offer faithfulness, while my beloved offers coldness;

    So my greetings to one of scant faithfulness.

Sol 5.6