1. Love’s draught ran clear for me, until I came to drink it;

    then, breathing in its fragrance, I found myself choking.

  2. I was seared by passion’s fire in loving a master

    whose summonses of love to lovers are beyond all count.

  3. The least of his love within the heart is death—

    what, then, if it reaches its furthest limit?

  4. I dyed my tears with blood, because

    I begged, yet was granted neither handful nor pinch.

  5. I offered you pure love in all sincerity; then you accused me,

    though my outward state through you has reached the utmost bound.

  6. I was barred from the fortune that I seek;

    and here I am, brought neither nearer to you nor farther away.

  7. I accompanied my heart’s longing toward you, and it obeyed me;

    but when I demanded it endure without you, it rebelled.

  8. Within my attributes there is no one left to be described, for I

    have passed away: I sense neither spirit nor person.

  9. I patiently bore things from you that I endured—

    but for you, why would I grow more eager for pain?

  10. Prescribe for me the medicine of union: truly, I will give

    you my very soul for it—and still deem the price a trifle.

Sol 6.1