Sol 5.6

  1. The fruit of letters and a cultivated nature,

    whose range in eloquence stretched far and wide;

  2. nothing compares to the virgin poem that came early to me just now,

    like a dear friend’s visit after he had kept away.

  3. It is the luxuriant garden, its flowers come into bloom,

    vying in gilded and silvered beauty;

  4. or the lovely, graceful maiden who so charms that

    a lifetime would end as I described her, yet my description would never suffice.

Sol 5.6