Sol 6.1

  1. I weep for you, lady of the trees, remembering

    The days when joy kept me company in your shade.

  2. How often I sheltered in it from the midday heat,

    And hid from the eyes of slanderers,

  3. As I stood where I met fair women, who toward

    The watering places glided like gazelles.

  4. What befell you from the wind's violence, that it did not

    Spare you? What is the secret of this helplessness—what is the cause?

  5. How many a sigh you could withstand, driven

    Against you by my breast, blazing like a volcano!

  6. Were it not for my heart's fading passion and its repentance,

    I would have fallen like you, trembling in submission to death.

Sol 6.1