1. I am a veil, and mine is

    preeminence through beauty.

  2. For writing, in describing me,

    falls short—and speech as well.

  3. The one that sought to resemble me

    was the horizon with its shooting stars;

  4. yet my robe surpassed it,

    if truth be given its due.

  5. As a cloud I appear;

    lightning is my embroidery.

  6. And the face beneath me is a sun

    that the East has caused to rise.

Sol 5.6