1. The swordsman turned to peace
And bid the swords farewell

2. After poetry had crowned him
With glory sublime and well

3. Charms which dawn claims as its own
And the shy gazelles as well

4. Carved with perfect artistry
A sight most fair and swell

5. To those of intellect esteemed
Welcomed for their fine spell

6. A malady in haughty souls
Like venom fierce and fell

7. Swords for you whenever brandished
In wrath are drawn pell-mell

8. I said to poetry, leave him be
He's but an ignorant old bell

9. It said, there is no changing what
Fate for him does foretell

10. A flimsy veil now worn away
A tender love lapsed and fell

11. Our days are few, fading white
While yours are long and swell

12. A claim that rabble and rogues
And rascals know full well

13. Naught but killing thirst remains
And water heavy as hell

14. A gathering where the cunning and
Deceitful prate and yell

15. And blades like what once pierced
The polished knight Al-Daliq well

16. When the drinking gets too wild
A maiden approaches, her scarf aswell

17. Hands play tambourines, driving
The people's fancies to swell

18. I'm not of your ilk, and people
Are of various mold and shell

19. You're suited for weaving, spinning
Silk till Warith loves the loom well

20. So break with messengers, for we
Have had enough, your tales to tell