Sol 6.1

  1. O you who clothe me, through rejection, in the robe of sickness,

    and rob me, through estrangement, of the sweetness of sleep,

  2. how long will you show no tenderness to a lover

    parted from union, a debtor to passion?

  3. O you, so near to anger, so far from favor,

    your stature has brought my Day of Judgment upon me.

  4. Your equal in beauty, and mine, because of it,

    in sorrow, are not to be found among humankind.

  5. Love cast my rope upon my withers,

    so I wandered in love until I no longer understood reproach.

  6. And the gray doves stirred my memories, and the

    doves are nothing to a lover but death.

  7. Ah, may my father be ransom for the drowsy one, whose eyelids

    are healthy, yet lined with the kohl of sickness.

  8. Riotous in his glances, drunk in them,

    he is sober, and his mouth holds the most delicious wine.

  9. He believes that my blood has become, under

    love's law, lawful to shed, while union with me is forbidden.

  10. Indeed, I love him despite his cruelty,

    and his stinginess, even in returning a greeting.

  11. The full moon loves the sun, but she

    stays far from him on the nights of fullness,

  12. until, when he creeps, waning into darkness, toward

    the twenty-ninth night, he draws near for union.

  13. So may I hope for union with a sun, now that

    my sickness has melted my body and bones?

Sol 6.1