1. Stay, and ask me today about love’s torment;

    for I—without boasting—speak, and speak truly.

  2. The heart died when its store of patience was exhausted;

    yet there it is, fluttering in love for those eyes.

  3. I cast myself into seas of love

    that beguile swimmers’ expectations, then drown them.

  4. I contented myself with an ember whose secret never showed itself to me,

    though fire has radiance, and the sword has sheen.

  5. My utmost striving brings me near the beloved, yet between us lies

    a distance whose paths few ever traverse to the end.

  6. I confined to him all sense, reason, and passion,

    and every tongue speaks of love.

  7. The little you grant me is no mere abundance—nothing can compare with it;

    and a fleeting glance at the physician keeps me barely alive.

  8. You have so accustomed me to abandonment that, if someone said,

    “Union lies before you,” I would answer, “I do not believe it.”

  9. I came to you, but was told, “The company with you already has one too many”;

    I returned, but was told, “The door barring your way is shut.”

  10. The utmost I can attain through you is death—and death is rest,

    if my soul cannot attain union with you.

Sol 6.1