Sol 5.6

  1. Have Daʿd’s weather-worn ruins stirred your longing—

    her dwellings deserted, like the hem of a mantle?

  2. Though she said, on the evening I visited her,

    “May you be bereft! Has this man’s good sense not grown since parting from me?

  3. Are you not an old man, already bridled by a beard,

    and thus restrained from the folly of beardless youths?”

  4. Yet I—as you well know—surely safeguard my piety,

    and give away my ancestral wealth to earn praise.

Sol 5.6