1. No joy makes me forget you—no, nor any sorrow.

    And how could it? Never—how could your beautiful face be forgotten?

  2. Never has my soul been empty of you—no, nor my body.

    All of me is absorbed in all of you, held captive.

  3. O peerless in beauty, what have I had from you, since became entwined

    my soul with yours, save longing and sorrow?

  4. My light was born of a sun and of a moon,

    until within it the graceful stature and bough attained perfection.

Sol 5.6