Sol 6.1

  1. I declared my love, since hints were of no avail.

    And agonies tormented me—no wonder.

  2. I never expressed my joys to anyone but you

    without turning back; preference brings wounding.

  3. O departed ones, whose absence lodges in my innermost depths,

    The separation has lasted long, and the eye's tears are shed.

  4. Do not ask an ear for permission to reach a heart,

    For my heart's door is open to whoever loves it.

  5. I paid no heed, concerning you, to blame or reproach.

    That reproach and the wind are alike to me.

  6. O you who blame me for moaning that brings me relief,

    Be gentle, for love's moaning is glorification of God.

  7. When you see tears streaming from the eye,

    Do not doubt that the heart is wounded.

  8. And the strangest thing you will hear is

    A body in whose torment the spirit takes delight.

  9. And a questioner whom I was at a loss to answer—

    A hint may sometimes stand in for an open declaration.

  10. He rises: about what, and why, is the heart distraught,

    And the mind imprisoned, and tears poured out?

  11. A heart in which the lines of longing are tightly interwoven,

    And a panel whose breadth the tablet cannot match.

  12. So I said: what keeps me from revealing it is

    The glorifier's words: 'All-Holy and All-Glorious.'

Sol 6.1