Sol 5.6

  1. Never did I forget the old covenant between us.

    So I now yield to the reproachers, after my proud resistance.

  2. Far from it: release from love refused me, and back to me came

    the feast of passion; my own obsession led me captive.

  3. By my soul, tender though his ways are, his heart

    is hard, while mine suffers for love.

Sol 5.6