Sol 6.1

  1. Pass judgment, for in you torment is sweet.

    After the sweetness of speech, there is no calamity.

  2. My longing has boiled over in love for you,

    And a lovesick lover's tears pour forth for you.

  3. And I took no delight in you until

    In you I was purified as I yearned.

  4. And a lightning flash put your dusky lips within my reach,

    From the rain, it scarcely ever fades.

  5. O you who ask me about the fragrance of a breeze

    Whose shirt is moist with union:

  6. That is the beloved's greeting, which has arrived;

    In his pledge lies nearness to the face-veil.

  7. When he reveals himself to the drinking companions,

    Then he is greenery and drink for them.

  8. And my reproacher returned to me with a gentleness

    From which the east wind all but blows.

  9. He harbored treachery, but it became an excuse,

    When veils were lifted for the lover.

Sol 6.1