1. And she sways through both flanks, her belly hunger-slender—

    yet she does not know that love of her torments me.

  2. For love of her, I freely offer my soul to the spears,

    though she begrudge me union and jealously withhold it.

  3. I count my life and tears as nothing in my love for her,

    though before this bond my soul was never taught to cheapen itself.

  4. For love’s bitter is honey, while its sweet is brine;

    and its devotees’ ruin is, within it, their deliverance.

  5. O you whose full calves fill both anklets, surely your love

    has ensnared my heart in it; it cannot break free.

Sol 5.6