Sol 5.6

  1. My secret of love has now spread abroad,

    and I have become a slave, utterly submissive in love.

  2. Do not reproach me—for I have grown weary of you;

    withhold your counsel, for it has gone to waste.

  3. A fawn has destroyed my hope by breaking his word,

    casting a glance, deceptive in its promise,

  4. renewing it for union while wearing it threadbare.

    May I be his ransom, whether he gives or withholds!

Sol 5.6