Sol 5.6

  1. She came early, commending my dye’s black hue to me;

    and it seemed that this had restored me to my youth.

  2. To my mind, gray hair and dye, to anyone who would describe them,

    are nothing but a sun enshrouded in mist:

  3. it is hidden briefly, then the east wind strips its veil away,

    and what had covered it is thus consigned to vanish.

  4. Do not disdain the bright whiteness of gray hair: it is only

    the blossom of understanding and discerning minds.

  5. For I possess all you desire of youth’s qualities,

    and the sweetness of character and cultivated manners.

Sol 5.6