1. I would ransom with my soul what ails him whose gaze's wine

    And narcissus are roses from what has afflicted his beauty.

  2. The charms of his face unjustly shed my blood,

    So now its traces appear in his eyes.

  3. His eye became like his cheek, until it seemed as though

    His cheek had watered his eye with the water of its rosy tint.

  4. Even if my master's eye has become inflamed,

    Indeed, inflamed eyes have often sought healing through it.

Sol 6.1