Sol 5.6

  1. My heart throbbed, and I remembered my homeland—

    my homeland of fields and dense woods,

  2. my homeland whose rivers cry out for joy,

    of generous dew and choice, lawful wine.

  3. The lovely gardens breathe fragrance—

    adorned by spreading shade and shadow.

  4. The springs teem with dense, layered growth,

    where radiance and moisture linger.

  5. Let neither my tears nor my passion alarm you:

    I am love’s secret, and you are beauty.

  6. From you, before my gaze, appear

    tender spirits, sweet to commune with.

  7. I commune with them and never tire of communion;

    I yearn, and love flows freely on.

  8. Within my soul, a beloved melody consoles me,

    and a dream for which the mind yearns.

  9. And visions of many different dwellings—

    no equal for them has ever existed.

  10. They are my solace whenever care overshadows me,

    and my pillow amid heavy trials.

  11. The flowers drank their fill of love from those dwellings’ delights,

    and forms shone brightly through their magic.

  12. Thus, to the eye, they form an image that cannot be erased;

    decay sleeps far from it, and passing-away slumbers.

  13. And in the heart they are a joy that fills the heart,

    and in its dream that joy folds lifetimes away.

  14. O dwellings of eternity, may happiness live for you,

    and may good fortune never cease to be your companion.

  15. To me, you are the dream I long for—

    my shield, my refuge, and my final home.

Sol 5.6