Sol 5.6

  1. In your name I rose—as wedding feasts within my ribs—

    and set about filling the cup with its tenderness.

  2. The spell of your love—why should I not melt away with longing,

    and borrow breaths so I may keep it alive?

  3. I marshaled your word until you came to rest here,

    in the soul, where amid its longings you enthrall the myrtle.

  4. O you who have possessed me—I give no one possession of my soul

    but him who was a beacon among humankind.

  5. By God, by God, take care with a heart for which

    the purest feelings stand as gatekeepers and guards.

Sol 5.6