Sol 5.6

  1. Mountains of care weigh upon my shoulders,

    and an army of adversities rises from within me.

  2. They came upon me one after another, catching me unawares,

    though I had never been a bearer of sorrow.

  3. Then the vast reaches of space closed in around me,

    and I no longer held any hope in life.

  4. Had weeping been able to avail a young man,

    it would have availed the man of streaming tears.

  5. So I said, “I will seek refuge in it; perhaps it will

    ease some of this deathly grief.”

  6. So I sought refuge in it, like molten gold,

    that dislodges the reason of a sensible young man.

  7. But it brought the very opposite of my hopes; indeed, it increased

    my cares atop the grief already descended upon me.

  8. It veiled my sight and pronounced

    a final sentence upon my fading reason.

Sol 5.6