Sol 6

  1. O noble one, for whom high honors are palaces,

    Do not blame me if I fall short.

  2. Time dealt with me as it pleased, doing me wrong

    while I was young and life was fresh and flourishing.

  3. My years had not exceeded two

    and twenty, and youth is beguiling.

  4. Hardships crowded upon me, and fortune bowed low;

    even a few hardships are many.

  5. Grief surrounds me, and my affairs are scattered;

    love is far away, and my heart is broken.

  6. My heart is barren of joy,

    and my breast is filled with sorrow.

  7. How long, how long will estrangement and rejection last?

    Are the hearts by which we live hearts, or stones?

  8. Thus time weighs heavily and wears away

    every branch, however tough and strong.

  9. Where is that cherished friend, now far from me,

    the sweet rain and the gleaming sword?

  10. When my branch stood firm against time,

    what was distant drew near, and my spring ran sweet.

  11. O noble, generous, exalted one,

    young champion and great, high-minded man,

  12. Receive this outpouring that has disclosed my secret to you;

    the heart inspired it, as though breathed by magic.

  13. Live on in safety through the passing nights

    as long as springs taste sweet and months pass by.

Sol 6