1. O dove of the desert, you have prolonged your weeping.

    And by the beauty of your voice, what has made you weep?

  2. If what I have supposed is true, then I bear

    more than the fierce anguish you bear.

  3. Indeed, I think you have been stricken by separation

    from one who kept you company, so you burned with grief over that.

  4. But the overwhelming anguish I lament

    is unlike what you feel in your lament.

  5. I weep only over sins and the bondage they impose,

    and my wish in lamenting is to gain my release.

  6. And when I weep, I ask my Lord for mercy

    and pardon; so my weeping is unlike yours.

Sol 6.1