1. By nights and valleys news to me conveyed,
Of journey soon, and bridge to cross o'er glade.

2. You faced a tomb and feared what dead may bode,
Not every buried soul, a harm will goad.

3. To rest subdued is best for frail façade,
Where dusty earth all vanity pervade.

4. How ignorant I found the tribes that met,
Though past lore fail, and new solutions fret.

5. Inane they hail their lord in gatherings,
His dais nears tear under praises spread.

6. We're come perforce and leave with soured mood,
'Twixt this and that, we may find understood.

7. All said of king and glory's height,
God's greater still in wisdom and might.

8. Your vision's but a dream seen sleeping,
Interpreted reverse in time far sweeping.

9. If it draws tears, a joy you're reaping,
If laughter, an eye relief from weeping.

10. Man's bliss is ignorance of his age,
A pawn to slay, with patience for cage.

11. His days all played with him a game,
Moulded word softened without shame.

12. No remedies for wounds of fate applied,
Except the writ of Lord, may they subside.

13. In life, the cursed oft most espied,
While the noble mocked, his glory denied.

14. Many a villain risen, many a chief
Fallen, his head now as garbage grief.

15. Ask silent Ghaylan of her son,
And daughters of Obar, what he has done.

16. Evil, nobles draw, and how many cried,
Not what Qanbar endured, did Ali confide.