1. I gave way to anguish—but anguish brings nothing back to me.

    And I wailed aloud—if only wailing could avail, if only it could help.

  2. O dwellers in the tombs, is there, for me, a way to you—

    despite your nearness to me—through all time, some means of access?

  3. For, by God, Time has left me, from among you,

    neither beloved nor treasure—by my life!—nor has it spared a soul.

  4. Which of you, then, shall I weep for with an eye hot with tears?

    Which shall I mourn in elegy, and which of you leave unmourned?

  5. O Time, you have diminished me after such abundance,

    and made me desolate after fellowship and gathered company.

Sol 5.6