Sol 6.1

  1. Ah, many a bough whose light

    puts the light of twilight to shame!

  2. Throughout its life it keeps

    weeping with a sleepless eyelid.

  3. Its yellow hue tells of

    love, though it has not yet loved.

  4. The lover's fire is in the breast,

    and its fire is at the crown of the head.

  5. It shone for us at sunset,

    then brought us back into sunrise.

Sol 6.1