1. O you who apply depilatory after me, beware!

    Indeed, some rocks seek revenge.

  2. Many a day I remained as fuel,

    Complaining of one fire's burning with another.

  3. A waistcloth, once the height of usefulness, has become

    Today the height of harm.

  4. And trousers of fine silk have become brocade,

    Painful and harsh against the skin.

  5. So it is as though the thighs were seared by it

    With sparks flying, spark after spark.

  6. The stones have taken their revenge on me,

    Though someone else had inflicted the injury they avenged.

Sol 6.1