Sol 6.1

  1. O sun of beauty, love for you has melted my soul

    with the heat of torment and sorrows.

  2. It became vapor in the air, except that

    its particles are distinguished by their throbbing.

  3. In every throbbing particle, a tongue complains of

    the pain of separation and the burning anguish of abandonment.

  4. O sun, long has my soul been absent—

    decay has devoured my body in its absence.

  5. Winter has come; be like the sun in the sky,

    and lessen these flames.

  6. So perhaps the coolness of gentleness will bring my soul down

    from its airy realm like a steady downpour.

  7. And if you wished, you would guide it to the body; then it would

    mingle with it, and I would live again from now on.

Sol 6.1