Sol 5.6

  1. I said: the supple bough resembles you in its graceful bending,

    and so does the gazelle of the secluded sanctuary, in neck and elegance.

  2. Indeed, your beauty bewildered me when

    I measured it against the full moons, in every trait and description.

  3. O lovely one of coquettish charm, truly within my heart

    is a fire of longing born of love that is never quenched.

  4. Whenever loveliness doubled,

    the yearning in my heart doubled.

  5. Once you knew no withholding, like my tears;

    now you have grown more averse than my eye’s tears, and harsher.

  6. Deliverance, deliverance, O cavalry of my consolation!

    For passion’s army has truly passed beyond...

  7. How can a devotee of passion conceal love,

    when his ardor for you is plain and does not remain hidden?

  8. Do not make my love for you still more ardent;

    some of the yearning I bear is more than enough.

  9. O cupbearer, passing cups drawn from your two eyes,

    you have made me drink yearning neat.

  10. O north wind, blow—for my heart has...

    ...sensed, within the folds of your wafted scent, a fragrance.

  11. You singled me out with a favor from you, graciously;

    indeed, without it my heart cannot be healed.

  12. May my father be ransom for a young gazelle, slender of figure,

    who spread curtains of night across the daylight.

  13. Among all people here, his nature is gentle,

    and to describe his figure only heightens its grace.

  14. He rules my heart, my inmost heart, and my body;

    I have become suspended between life and death.

  15. Calamities have wasted my body until

    I was almost hidden from calamities’ very gaze.

  16. Should your fingertips trace a single letter,

    my heart and longing will trace what is not hidden.

Sol 5.6