Sol 6.1

  1. Gray hair arrived with its retinue—no welcome!

    And youth saw its place and so withdrew.

  2. A hateful guest—I see no refuge for myself.

    I fled from it, but found no escape for myself.

  3. I was given, in place of sweet living and the bliss of the

    two lifetimes, sorrow both present and hidden.

  4. And indeed, youth used to accompany me, and I would not

    perform with it anything but the most upright deeds.

  5. And indeed, I preserved its place and cared for it,

    And made it the dearest and closest to me.

Sol 6.1