Sol 6.1

  1. Place the palm of patience upon my heart, for I

    have wasted away and have not stirred in expansion or contraction.

  2. The blaze of sorrow in the heart pours forth tears;

    just so, the rainclouds' downpour comes amid scorching heat.

  3. My two bedfellows are sleeplessness that never departs, and loneliness;

    and how can one like me find solace and sleep?

  4. I have wasted away with a love that never passes beyond you for a moment;

    indeed, I have become held fast: I neither come nor go.

  5. My inner self is filled only with love for you;

    and doubtless the recommended is set aside for the obligatory.

  6. I grew weak; then solace in hopes strengthened me.

    And how much pure hope in one whose generosity is pure!

  7. I have wasted away in my inmost self at your distance, and sometimes

    I have passed with your secret from one part to another.

  8. I have pledged you my submission, for I

    am content, in every state that comes from you, with what you decree.

Sol 6.1