1. Come to a tear streaming as the rain poured down,

    kindled by a heart as the embers blazed.

  2. I have found love bitter for whoever tastes it:

    its pursuit is hard, and its path is rugged.

  3. I reached my hand toward the beloved, but he turned it away;

    so I tried again—the ember flared anew, and the secret was exposed.

  4. He shot me with an arrow from the shafts of his disdain,

    aimed nowhere but at my upper breast and throat.

  5. My pleasure is his pleasure, whether he leaves me or draws near;

    by his approval, both union and estrangement become fair.

  6. I mounted love’s unruly steed before putting it to the test,

    and firsthand experience left me too dazed to describe its reports.

  7. It is pure wine: when its cup circles the heart,

    inwardly it is sobriety, outwardly intoxication.

  8. Love’s watchman has left no more than a last remnant

    of the soul, driven onward by the ribs and breast.

  9. My heart lies hostage in your hands, entrusted to your care,

    while my palm is empty of my heart and of its love.

  10. I returned to the patience that I cannot endure,

    though one such as I is not deceived by patience.

Sol 6.1