Sol 5.6

  1. I drank a draught for what of you lies in my heart,

    of many kinds of medicine, to quiet my obsessive thoughts:

  2. with pears of parting, in sesban a solace,

    and jujubes—yet it makes the despairing more desperate.

  3. We strengthened it until, once the medicine had taken effect,

    I shat out my love of you after the touch of one that clings.

Sol 5.6