1. Come, all of you—for I have, from love and passion,

    a lovesickness whose cure I do not know.

  2. Grant me an eye whose tears reason can command,

    or else a heart whose core patience rules.

  3. Honey fell, mingled with poison and bitter colocynth;

    I hope for his favor, yet fear his reproach.

  4. I loved a beloved whose love I am unworthy of—

    and how could one like me ever be his lover?

  5. You are my heart’s crescent whenever I taste a moment’s sleep,

    and the dawn of my vision whenever I awaken.

  6. I aspired to attainment, but held back in awe;

    my inability to attain is more fitting and seemly.

  7. A heart yearned for you—you struck its flint alight;

    an eye reached you—you let loose its clouds.

  8. Blessed is this soul, if you are all it needs;

    and blessed is this spirit, if you are its love.

  9. Is life anything but death for you, and the words they speak:

    “A lover met his death in obedience to the Beloved”?

Sol 6.1