Sol 5.6

  1. When the mounts set off bearing you away,

    may they carry you where the clouds never pour rain.

  2. The mounts speed swiftly away, and you go racing on,

    with quick trot and raven attending your departure—

  3. to a place from which no return is hoped,

    and which no letter can reach.

  4. For before your favor comes the vaunting of it,

    and barring the way to your favor stands torment.

  5. The best of your qualities are those

    whose like even dogs disdain.

Sol 5.6