1. My heart bears passion’s tattoo-marks,

    and eyelids hover over sleeplessness.

  2. Though those eyes slept and left me wakeful,

    that is their wont—for cruel they are.

  3. Had she asked the stars of night about me,

    the stars would tell her what I endure.

  4. I watch them, though my gaze is dim,

    its keenness blunted by streaming tears.

  5. So, cruel one, be gentle with a man distraught by love,

    while cares shuttle between his two sides.

Sol 5.6