Sol 5.6

  1. How beautiful that appointed hour!

    It erases my tomorrow from my life,

  2. and wipes away the pains and care,

    and consumes my innermost heart.

  3. To fire, or water, or

    earth, goes my body;

  4. the dreams survive—but will they

    survive, hostage to eternity?

  5. I journey with them toward a far horizon,

    unfettered and alone,

  6. there, where love is

    the scents of fresh flowers,

  7. and where there is neither rancor nor

    the ingrained habit of envy.

  8. What are you, in your unseen realm, or

    in your far-reaching sanctity?

  9. Are you anything but a revelation

    of wild love, ululating with joy,

  10. appearing—sweet to the eye, sweet

    to meet, sweet of hand?

  11. Without you, who would be people's suc—

    —cor in this wretched abode?

  12. You have been bountiful: no one who longed

    for you was denied you, nor was my hand held back.

  13. Welcome, whenever you come to me—

    you erase my tomorrow from my life.

Sol 5.6