Sol 5.6

  1. A sore eye and a yearning heart,

    And tear ducts whose downpour races forth,

  2. And longing, and burning, and fear of—

    watchers—and a deadly sickness.

  3. O my people—and my people have strength—

    for one struck down, whom the pupils have slain.

  4. Be gentle with the heart; you have fastened

    its fetter, and love is a binding fetter.

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