1. My brother, I have seen gray hair as death, though tears are shed

    For it by a living root, which follows in its wake.

  2. When hair turns gray, its death is certain from the moment it grays.

    And the ultimate fate of what remains is to follow after it.

  3. Take heed: the death of hair is half; and what remains

    And what follows strength is weakness.

  4. When half a man has died, and the other half follows it,

    By my father's life, not even half of his half remains.

  5. And has a half lived on, after the knowledge I have gained?

    And if it lives, can life in its wake be unclouded?

  6. It is fitting that I mourn my own soul, for

    All that once showed me kindness has gathered around me.

  7. And the nights have left me a remnant:

    Lessons from them for me, and a kind of lesson from me for them.

  8. When my offspring dies, and he who begot me,

    And my peer, then I am a conjunction joined to them.

  9. And is a noun of any use, when from its end

    And its beginning, a letter from every verb has gone?

  10. When the letter is a man's father and his son,

    And his peers, then life for whoever remains is death.

  11. Take heed: the hand of our world passes round

    Cups to us, all of them affliction among us.

  12. And it is only a garden upon which rain has alighted,

    And its doom is only poppies and parching thirst.

  13. So, alas for my soul—what harm I endure

    In its presence, for as long as I live—if only anguish availed!

Sol 6.1