Sol 5.6

  1. O gazelle, my lot is for you to drive me away,

    while another’s lot is the happiness you bestow.

  2. I came away disappointed, while all others gained the heights through you;

    the most fortunate of love’s devotees are its basest men.

  3. A fierce thirst torments me; and yet

    those who frequent the watering place disdain it.

Sol 5.6