Sol 5.6

  1. O dwelling-place that has fallen into ruin,

    Time has clothed it in the vicissitudes of fortune.

  2. Where are those with whom I was at ease—and those

    after whom I became one who took heed?

  3. Time turned upon them with a single turn,

    stripping away companionship and leaving only a trace.

  4. And Time has had its fill of you;

    long have you had your fill of it.

Sol 5.6