Sol 5.6

  1. And, a sister to the Pleiades in splendor and radiance,

    she gleams as though the full moon were a child at her breast.

  2. She flung my heart aside, then sped away—and by her love,

    she has indeed hewn my heart with the keen sword of her rebuff.

  3. Nor was that enough for her, until she drew out its innermost core

    with the hands of her passion, claiming it as her own.

  4. So love’s law decreed that we might reclaim it,

    and she had copied it onto her cheek as an ornament of beauty.

  5. And though she strangely withdrew from me, my soul held fast

    to her lovely contours and the hems of her mantle.

  6. My heart arose, crying for help and tugging

    passionately at her skirts—who will bring my soul back to me?

Sol 5.6