Sol 5.6

  1. O thief of sleep from my eyes—what plunder!

    Enough for you: you have kindled the flame in our very depths

  2. with the arrows of your radiant eye—woe is me!

    And who will rescue me when I cry, “Woe is me!”

  3. You knew that I was a man of yearning, possessed by passion;

    so you began to toy with me—how strange; oh, what a wonder!

  4. Torment enough for my heart, whether you yield or

    withhold, O full moon: I have not attained my desire.

  5. You two have led me, O my eye and O my heart,

    into this passion—so taste its honey and its froth.

Sol 5.6