1. Alas for those beauties—

    how the dust has transformed them!

  2. And for the whiteness of those cheeks—

    how the first beard has ringed them!

  3. He had been honored; yet there appeared

    upon him the brokenness of humiliation.

  4. The beauties of his face

    shone as gold shines,

  5. and it adorns that whiteness—

    the blush born of modesty.

  6. The yearning lover longs to visit him,

    even if the place of visitation lies far away.

  7. Then a night engulfed him, with no

    day after its envelopment of him.

  8. The one who loves him shuns him now, until

    he neither visits nor is visited.

  9. If any remnant remains in him,

    ruin will surely overtake it.

Sol 5.6