1. What ails your kin, that they did not name you the morning sun?

    If it is not beneath you, neither does it surpass you.

  2. Nor would they be at fault to call you a gazelle—for there is no

    difference, save that you were raised in the city.

  3. O you whom my eye never ceases to ponder—

    like the sun in radiance, the gazelle in grace of neck.

  4. A time once passed for me when love of you was sweet,

    then taste cast it off in our new days:

  5. an age of awakening—there is no knowledge without action;

    through action, the crookedness of the past is set straight,

  6. at the dawn of the happy age, when already

    every hand has extended to us the wing of knowledge.

Sol 5.6