1. O most august master,

    you have a place within my heart.

  2. They have deemed my forgetting you permissible,

    yet in my eyes it is not lawful.

  3. How could I forget you? Upon a cheek—

    above a cheek of yours—are ant-like dark beauty marks.

  4. Never is my heart empty of you;

    of you my heart is never empty.

  5. You are my whole, not merely a part;

    not merely a part—you are the whole.

  6. The haunch has grown plump and rich—

    yours—while the waist stays poor and spare.

  7. O lofty one, one after another fall

    for him—my freely streaming tears.

Sol 5.6