Sol 5.6

  1. My fire has flared, O fair one, because of your dewy cheek.

    So quench the blaze in my heart, O adornment of the gathering.

  2. O seller of patience in love’s marketplace, cry out your wares:

    “Sweet is the fruit!”—and deem the buyer devoid of taste

  3. if you receive anything but the tormented lover’s heart; give it as the price.

Sol 5.6