Sol 5.6

  1. They did not depart but over their saddles hung

    a cloud that mimicked the rising dimness of dawn.

  2. And upon their howdahs lay the droplets of dew,

    as though they had been showered with streaming pearls.

  3. When the caravan mounts stirred, those drops scattered

    down from above them to the ground among the saddles.

  4. Then I wept—if only they could discern my tears among them;

    but they mingled, alike in form and impossible to tell apart.

Sol 5.6