1. Are you compassionate, that I may tell you what afflicts me?

    Or do you still rebuke the one who complains?

  2. If I could keep silent, I would never let

    a bitter foe or watchful informer gloat over me.

  3. I would endure until I won a single glance

    to heal my inmost heart—or until my death arrived.

  4. If you held authority and came to intercede

    for a shackled killer, he would escape alive.

  5. Or if I commanded an army and you appeared to me

    among the enemy, I would abandon all my aims.

  6. Your favor toward me, a lover utterly devoted,

    is sweeter to me than victory as a conqueror.

  7. What harm would it do this gracious countenance if

    it noticed this kneeling figure cast down before you?

  8. Indeed, I have made my wife a sacrifice for you

    and come to you imploring, addressing you in prayer.

  9. I have forsaken my repose—which, but for you,

    would not have left me though I bore a towering mountain—

  10. and turned my innermost self away from this existence,

    remaining empty of all but the torment you inflict.

  11. Surely I shall suffer longing until you show me mercy,

    and surely give you everything precious and dear.

  12. O Orzil, be tender, and ask of me

    whatever you wish, if even my heart does not suffice you.

Sol 6.1