Sol 5.6

  1. Many a night I pressed blindly through its darkness,

    on a far-striding mount when strides grew short.

  2. He sprang forward, scooping up the journey with us,

    along paths where guidance itself groped blindly.

  3. Foot-soreness deters mounts like him from night travel,

    yet youth’s first vigor aided him, keeping soreness at bay.

Sol 5.6