1. In loving you, I have a path by which I am carried away,

    and a quest beyond compare.

  2. I became a servant, content with whatever

    you desire; I neither hope nor fear.

  3. Whenever your cupbearer’s cup is revealed,

    I was the first to drink from it.

  4. And if a singer chants your name,

    then I am the first to be enraptured.

  5. O moon within my very soul, whose rising place has ever been

    both east and west;

  6. and O gazelle for whom my heart provides

    a pasture, and my tears a drinking place—

  7. life is nothing but loving you, a love

    to which every bliss is ascribed.

Sol 6.1