Sol 6.1

  1. O Orzil, to you I lament a burning anguish

    that fills my heart, and a distress that cannot be dispelled.

  2. I meet you angry with me, so I turn away;

    and painful longing stirs me, so I hope.

  3. If I am lowly, then my love

    has come to honor me in your eyes and exalt me.

  4. Or if you mock me, then I have no

    fault except that I am enamored of your beauty.

  5. Or if my open declaration of love is a crime,

    then I seek intercession through this face alone.

  6. O Orzil, I complain of no affliction

    except to this beauty, and I humbly plead.

  7. O Orzil, is there no end to your haughtiness?

    And how long will you remain aloof while I submit?

  8. O you who gave her figure the suppleness of boughs,

    grant her heart tenderness toward one who suffers.

Sol 6.1