1. And she turned away when she saw pearls in my whiskers,

    strung together—and with them sorrows string themselves.

  2. Hair-dye has its devotees, men who take no pleasure

    in wearing brocade unless sickness lies beneath it.

  3. I long for my people—for my play among their camel-saddles;

    and love maintains bonds when ties of blood do not.

Sol 6.1