1. Oh, if only my eye had borne your pain—

    no, if only my soul had shared out your sickness.

  2. And if only the physician’s hand, when it opened

    your vein, had drawn your blood from my eyes.

  3. I would have lent it the hue of your cheeks, just as

    you lend it when you kiss whoever has kissed you.

  4. Your glance is keener than the edge of his lancet;

    so glance with it at the vein, and chant your pain.

Sol 6.1