Sol 5.6

  1. Tear her out of me, my heart.

    Have mercy, that I may find rest.

  2. For my love still keeps growing,

    and I remain wounded.

  3. O love-lost wanderer in this wilderness,

    where do you mean to go—where?

  4. Always I find you shedding tears,

    with both eyes downcast.

  5. Wipe away the tears, for life is not watered

    by a tear from the eyes.

  6. Forsake the world, for the lamp of existence

    has no oil in it.

  7. Seek the lights in eternity’s refuge,

    in the palaces of death.

  8. Tear her out of me, my heart.

    Have mercy, that I may find rest.

  9. For my love still keeps growing,

    and I remain wounded.

  10. O bearer of youth’s lyre,

    cut the strings.

  11. No longer do you sip that nectar

    except in remembrance.

  12. Those little hours have turned to torment,

    like a dream gone by.

  13. My soul has wearied of the morning’s light

    in the realm of fate.

  14. All within it is weeping and wailing,

    as the eyelids bear witness.

  15. Tear her out of me, my heart.

    Have mercy, that I may find rest.

  16. For my love still keeps growing,

    and I remain wounded.

  17. You, O roaming spirit of death,

    O bride of light,

  18. touch the sleeping eye of my passion

    in the bowers of the houris.

  19. And settle over my heart, reproaching

    the darkness of deepest night.

  20. Perhaps, if it awakens from its stupor,

    it will forsake the days,

  21. and see that the love within its drunkenness

    is nothing but illusion.

  22. Tear her out of me, my heart.

    Have mercy, that I may find rest.

  23. For my love still keeps growing,

    and I remain wounded.

Sol 5.6