Sol 5.6

  1. If you find, O heart, a heart that has turned away

    from a beloved in whom it died, for whom it was mad with love—

  2. Many a sun has granted us her shade,

    then forsaken us—may God forgive her.

  3. The fault of one who loves you—or the fault of the years—

    is that desertion; no blame is yours.

  4. An hour of whispered communion and longing sinned,

    and pillowed his palm within your two palms.

  5. Ah, if only one day you knew my pain:

    frantic, as fire devours my ribs;

  6. or wandering, as the wasteland sears my blood;

    or hunted, as the wind drinks my tears.

  7. My beloved, today the sky has clouded over,

    and on the horizon a rainless cloud looms from afar.

  8. Whenever I hope for a day of serenity,

    the tempest rages around me anew.

Sol 5.6