1. When your form disappears from my sight,

    my envier pities me for what I endure.

  2. May I be your ransom, O my heart’s desire, and O you—

    my sleep has shunned my eyelids since you shunned me.

  3. For if my tears are free in love,

    then my heart is bound by love for you, a captive.

Sol 6.1