1. Love has made off with my imagination and my youth,

    and I have remained between censure and reproach.

  2. It was a single glance—a treacherous snare—

    that mastered my ready wit and sound judgment.

  3. She spread the snares of her lashes and caught

    my heart, which became the eyelashes’ prey.

  4. Before love’s sudden visitation, I never knew

    that eyes are snares for discerning minds.

  5. And one of love’s marvels is that a young man

    is summoned to it on the slightest pretext.

  6. So let your reproach rest, O censor, for I

    am content with my love-sickness and my torment.

Sol 5.6