1. In yearning, I betrayed my heart’s secret with my tears.

    Thus I proved a condition that, before this, had been denied.

  2. A heart whose breath is fragrant does not surrender its consuming passion,

    and a sore eyelid, though breath blows upon it, does not relinquish its tears.

  3. I was fashioned with just such a heart, together with love:

    my beloved does not appear, while my love cannot be hidden.

  4. I wasted away, knowing only that longing was my affliction,

    and I died, knowing only that distance was my doom.

  5. Here I stand, suspended between despair and hope,

    turning my gaze neither forward nor back.

  6. I am eloquent whenever I sense love’s presence;

    but if it is absent, my tongue cannot utter so much as a letter.

  7. I have lost you, yet in remembering you I have consolation;

    whoever loses the one described does not lose the description.

  8. For every road I take leads me to you.

    I have reached the spring, yet seek the purest watering place.

  9. So increase me, because of the love and yearning within me;

    you increase my delight whenever you increase my weakness.

  10. Were it not for you, I would harbor neither passion nor love;

    and were it not for you, I would complain of neither concealment nor disclosure.

Sol 6.1