1. My passion is for a slender-waisted youth of graceful stature; I am enamored of him.

    I yearn for him, while he listens to sorrows.

  2. How often I have said, while tears streamed from me in torrents:

    O Lord, if there is no hope of union with him,

  3. and no relief from his long estrangement,

    hasten, my God, to transform his appearance,

  4. and save the heart from the ordeal of loving him.

    For if the languor of his eyelids grows with his beauty,

  5. then cure the malady within the glance of his eye,

    and veil the loveliness of his cheeks with his beard.

Sol 5.6