1. O Love, all of me is youth—

    all of me dew and delight.

  2. Across my earth are gardens,

    and in my sky, white clouds.

  3. Without you, my veins would run dry,

    and fog would reign over my soul.

  4. I would have no poetry,

    nor any literature.

  5. You filled my eyes with light,

    and so this book came to be.

  6. My soul lies bare upon it—

    no deceit, no cosmetic dye.

  7. You wrung my heart; within it

    is a draught for lovers.

  8. For you are the most generous hand,

    upon which torment bestowed...

Sol 5.6