1. When gray hair drives hearts apart,

    then the nearness of homes is of no avail.

  2. I reluctantly resigned myself to its sun,

    though I had recoiled from its star.

  3. And another shielded himself from the beloved with dye,

    while one like me kept clear of every disgrace.

  4. And its disgrace turned me away from dye,

    so I shunned the sham of borrowed youth.

  5. And I combed my hair with ebony,

    then combed my gray sideburns with ivory.

  6. I meet darkness with matching darkness,

    and meet daylight with matching daylight.

Sol 6.1