Sol 5.6

  1. And truly, life passes over me.

    Pass over me, O darkness—over me, the tormented one.

  2. Oh, how strange for one so long-suffering,

    with the season of youth still at its dawn!

  3. I tell my soul: May you be spared calamity—

    I am the one who has multiplied along my paths.

  4. If what you desire is anything but the far-off,

    do not ask life for what you seek.

  5. Dearer to me, and sweeter, is the fate

    that veils my body in its grave,

  6. and fills my eyes with darknesses

    made of silence, or born of its whisper.

  7. There you will find the warmth of eternity,

    and my heart, the coolness of blissful extinction;

  8. and I sip the fragrance of the bountiful earth.

Sol 5.6