1. Whoever sits with the slanderer is a slanderer
I do not blame every straying soul

2. Nor bar the repentant transgressor's path
How can I attain unsullied piety?

3. I cut from it a piece of linen and patch
While rancors smolder beneath the ashes

4. A loathsome soul disquiets me
Tracing lines in the sand like writers

5. Indeed I doubt my own piety
And have no doubt in the bloodstained dove