Sol 5.6

  1. My little bird, you fly away from me—to where?

    Paradise still belongs to lovers,

  2. rich with perfumes, breathing fragrance.

    Its light is love, and its spirit is silver;

  3. our two spirits flutter over its blossoms,

    and dreams sleep along its two sides.

  4. The goblets still gleam,

    as one who thirsts for them circles the two singers.

  5. Wedding laughter rings in its dawn,

    and pleasure trembles in two beating hearts.

  6. What wonder, when we were together and love was

    winged with desire in the two gazing eyes.

  7. Those days when we were together, and love smiled,

    the forests screened us from every eye.

  8. Your throbbing breast was a pillow for me,

    and love’s tremors ran through the two arms.

  9. If I sipped wine, I had a spring

    in your drunken mouth and your two eyes.

  10. Or dawn would rise upon a waking,

    while night reclined upon two intoxications.

  11. O bright morn of dreams, O their dawn!

    O tremor of the lights in the two gazing eyes!

  12. Who will enchant the woods with a lyre?

    Ah, how the woods yearn for the two singers!

  13. Who will sing the valley its songs

    if its two birds flee the two banks?

  14. Who will be there for love after us, O Nada?

    And what nest will bring the two nightingales together?

  15. My little bird, return to love’s nest;

    return, that we may live blissfully in its shade.

  16. The valley will applaud our wedding celebrations

    when the valley hears the echo of two kisses.

Sol 5.6