1. My heart trembles with longing for you.

    You departed, though you are its desire, and so it is dejected.

  2. By your parting, you banished its solace from it:

    No effect exists until its cause exists.

  3. I have met no one who has not recited to me:

    “What ails your eye, that water pours from it?”

  4. So let people marvel at me: I am choking

    on the water of my eyes, while my entrails blaze.

  5. My heart—how sweet its yearning!—almost

    leaps from my breast whenever I remember you.

Sol 6.1