Thou seest naught but bare and shapeless trunks:
So this my beauty, which has traveled far385
Along the road of life, has lost its bloom,
And gleams less brightly than in former years.
Behold that loveliness—but Oh, whate'er
Was once by many suitors sought in me,
Has vanished quite; for toils of motherhood
Have stolen my beauty, and with speeding foot
Advancing age has hurried it away.390
But, as thou seest, this slave has not yet lost