Sol 6.1

  1. Come, for in love and passion I suffer

    A sickness of longing I do not know how to cure.

  2. Grant me an eyelid whose tears reason controls,

    Or else a heart whose core patience governs.

  3. My foot plunged into love without experience,

    And I found it sweet to swallow, delightful in savor.

  4. It is honey mingled with poison and bitter colocynth;

    I hope for its restored favor and fear its reproach.

  5. I loved a beloved I am unworthy to love,

    And how could one like me be his lover?

  6. He is my heart's crescent whenever I taste slumber,

    And the dawn of my vision whenever I awaken.

  7. I sought understanding, but fell short out of awe;

    And my inability to understand is more fitting and more apt.

  8. A heart fluttered for you—you kindled its fire-stick;

    And a gaze reached you—you let its rain clouds loose.

  9. Joy to this soul, if you are its beloved,

    And bliss to this heart, if you are its beloved.

Sol 6.1