Sol 6

  1. The fair-haired woman complained earnestly of neglect;

    she was told, “Be patient until the fair hair grows.”

  2. No one remains secure in pleasures; their beginning

    is beguiling honey, but what follows is bitter.

  3. Time has surely sworn that it will gather us

    into the dust, while death’s messengers pick us off.

  4. Death frees a young man from his desires,

    while breath is given to a child, who then has needs.

  5. You know this truth, so let no calamity unsettle you;

    one like you does not find rest amid such events.

  6. I hold my friend in high regard for his kindness,

    and think little of what I bestow on him.

Sol 6