1. When have the people counted insight and wisdom?
Ask me not of them, nor reproach me.

2. I see a world pleading their king for mercy
By kissing a corner and grasping a cross.

3. Is Your forgiveness, O Lord, if I cast off
In Mecca my robes amidst a pilgrim throng?

4. Would I betray a folk of Yemen, they
Who sought not to bare secrets of my heart?

5. I leave them though they think me not of high repute,
Nor they so of me, not for robes or gold.

6. I that eased his mount am no boaster
If he came not with milk to make me bold.

7. And to my ears it would be lowly, once the grave claims me,
The howl of hyenas around it, and even a dog.

8. Your servants a multitude, Lord, and Yours the riches,
Yet You were not known to favor coats of mail.