1. O wayward one whom I used to admonish, who would then mock me!

    Has the reproach of your friends not been enough for you?

  2. I weep over gold I squandered extravagantly,

    And silver, pearls, and rubies spent in love.

  3. We both cast something precious into the dust, and I would not

    Have grieved had you not lacked sustenance.

Sol 6.1