1. Shall I confide in you or keep you safe, my friend?
For confiding is the key to anguish

2. We both suffer in our grief
And the grieved cannot aid the grieved

3. Can I hope that the burden of my longing is lightened
While you buckle under the heavy load?

4. But I find solace in conversing
Even if no remedy can be found

5. And I take comfort, though it may be impossible
In this call and response, however little

6. You are a precious gift, so trusted
Complaining of the injustice of a miserly time

7. You are a sword, though not sharp
No warrior, and no polished blade

8. And if there are many blades within
Then even the defeated have been praised

9. No flaw but the newness of fickle time
That wrongly wields the polished sword

10. Help me beguile the nights
For the appeased may show favor

11. Praise with me a blessed journey
That fulfilled my every wish to see you

12. And I did not praise anything but a stay
In Tadmor, however small

13. It ended, as beautiful as could be
As you enjoyed the rising sun