Sol 5.6

  1. Many a time I set forth early, while night was like a raven—

    its veil hanging loose, its hide pitch-black,

  2. its curtains let fall, its doors locked—

    until dawn appeared from behind the veil,

  3. like a white forehead-blaze shining clear of the mist.

    With a female hound, swift to spring,

  4. she glides like a banded serpent gliding,

    as though she gazed out from a shooting star

  5. with an unwavering eye fixed upon the mark.

    How many—how many—a sleek, bounding beast

  6. has she broken with the keen edge of her fangs,

    and the wolves’ charge has stopped it!

Sol 5.6