Sol 5.6

  1. I call out—and my soul, in absence, is absence itself.

    And every path to arrival is a mirage.

  2. My letters dissolve amid the breaths of their ardor,

    and from the letters’ ardor, a cloud rises.

  3. :

    " "

    I say, when the spiritual state has carried me into absence:

    “The ascent of my breaths toward you is a reproach.”

  4. " "

    All of me is signs when longing wears me thin,

    “and all my signs to you are speech.”

  5. When the secrets overflow, I am more hidden in their flood,

    as though I were a veil upon the mysteries of existence.

  6. " "

    “And if the secrets come into view, they are messages

    pointing toward those who have vanished into the distance.”

  7. " "

    I lowered the wing of silence; my silence is my messages.

    “Is there, then, an answer to the lover’s messages?”

Sol 5.6