1. No, by my youth and its delights,

    Gray hair is nothing but vitiligo of the hair.

  2. The night of my youth was marred by its dawn.

    Oh, how lovely it was without a dawn!

  3. They are two garments; whoever is given this one

    Returns with it Time's loan.

  4. And gray hair—its garments do not surrender

    Their wearer except to the grave.

Sol 6.1