Sol 6

  1. O you who kindle the fire in my ribs,

    My eyes have drowned me in tears.

  2. Sickness dressed me in a robe dyed with wars,

    And tears embroidered it with blood.

  3. In love, I have despaired of joy,

    Just as I have given up on sleep.

  4. Never before had I imagined

    That you, my only one, would be my undoing.

Sol 6