Sol 5.6

  1. Ah, what a wonder at one so long-forbearing,

    while youth’s season is still at its dawn—

  2. when suddenly the earth of your morrow engulfs me,

    my longing, from it back to it, finds its end.

  3. And I see myself, in the blossoms’ mouths, as your fragrance,

    and your fragrance in your cascading rain.

Sol 5.6