Sol 6.1

  1. By God, part the carnelian from the hailstones,

    Whose daisies he waters with the wine of his mouth.

  2. And wipe the cheek-down’s rich perfumes from a moon

    That has [dotted] his kisser’s cheek with roses.

  3. Say to the sickness in his eye:

    Leave him, and let my heart share in his sickness.

  4. Every passion whose temptation is feared

    Lies [between] his glances and his smile.

Sol 6.1