Sol 5.6

  1. I shattered it—the bottle of sorrows—

    and poured from it poison enough to fill the depths.

  2. I awakened my heart from the slumber of its mirage;

    then it grew noble, overflowing for me with a ray of light.

  3. My feelings—I revived them through my own sensibility:

    a songstress strutting proudly within my ribs.

  4. ( )

    I shook off her recklessness and her stumbles,

    and cleansed her of subjugation’s brand—my own self-deceit;

  5. I gave her my purity to drink, and the nobility of my inmost thoughts—

    radiant amid my leafy bowers and throughout my nature.

Sol 5.6