Sol 6.1

  1. Whoever sees us, let him tell himself

    that he stands upon the crest of decline.

  2. And time's calamities cannot be withstood,

    nor what they bring, even by the solid mountains.

  3. Many a band of riders camped beside us,

    drinking wine with limpid water;

  4. and the pitchers had straining cloths over them,

    and noble horses galloped in their horsecloths.

  5. They lived long, enjoying a good life,

    safe from their time's perils, unhurried.

  6. Then they were brought low by time;

    and thus time brings ruin upon the mountains.

  7. And thus time flings the young man,

    in pursuit of a living, from one state to the next.

Sol 6.1