1. Indeed, I say to a gray hair I caught sight of

    in my parting, when I granted it my aversion:

  2. Away from me! I shall not desist, even if

    my partings are turbaned by your whiteness.

  3. Have I lived but twenty years now gone,

    with six more following in their wake?

  4. You have alighted upon the head of one whose heart yearns,

    a tireless racer in every field of temptation.

  5. Rarely indeed am I frightened by you; truly,

    in whatever I desire, though you restrain me, I press on.

  6. So show yourself in my locks as much as you can—

    and I shall meet you with the shears.

Sol 5.6