1. Love begins in hearts as a spark,

    hiding at one time and appearing at another.

  2. Then it rises until it becomes a lamp,

    for those who harbor it, a source of guidance and light.

  3. Then it rises until, as the

    days pass, it becomes a red fire full of heat.

  4. Then it rises until it becomes a furnace;

    by its heat, stones melt.

  5. Then it rises until it becomes a conflagration,

    where ruin and loss befall its own.

  6. Then it rises until it takes the form of a volca—

    —no, whose fire people see from afar.

  7. Then it rises until it becomes an inferno,

    whose details lie beyond the compass of words.

Sol 5.6