Sol 5.6

  1. What have I to do with the young, guileless gazelle?

    He dances, drunk with delight, while my cup lies broken.

  2. Yesterday he complained to me, and I pitied him;

    today he has no pity for my captive heart.

  3. My heart went to him, seeking his protection,

    but returned forsaken—where, then, is the protector?

  4. You knocked, O Love, upon my heart—but are you,

    I wonder, a herald of joy or a harbinger of doom?

  5. O my beloved, my passion is a blaze

    that sighs in the deep recesses of my heart.

  6. You made me drink bitter gall and did not care.

    Ah, the bitter gall of cruel despair!

  7. You have gone too far, you there, and shown no restraint;

    our separation has lasted long, and my life is short.

  8. Come, speak to me, if only for an hour;

    give the soul wings, and let it fly.

  9. Restore its many visions and desires,

    and through them awaken the memory of verdant spring.

  10. Bring my lute, pour me a drink, and listen;

    then bid me the final farewell.

Sol 5.6