Sol 5.6

  1. How often I cry for help, how often I complain and apologize;

    how often I lament, how often I weep, how often I desist.

  2. If I poured out my ardent longings to a stone,

    it would—or nearly would—have yielded me what I sought.

  3. I have spent my life in gratitude and apology,

    though guilty of no sin—why, then, would you not forgive?

Sol 5.6