1. I am a man whose tongue you cannot see
Ever uttering blame while I live

2. How many slanderers have I forgave
Determining for the tongue restraint

3. Yet he persisted to wrong me in ignorance
Until when I did not answer, he fabricated

4. His slip became one that meets
My speech in pardon and restraint

5. How many speakers when I neglected
My sea calmed by leaving response still

6. A young lord over an old wise one
Yet the old did not see him as equal

7. If he tried to control him
No trace of him would remain for the birds

8. Truly, the steeds of poetry are excellent
I know how to lead and spur them on

9. With the likes of the trumpeting of lions
Or the howl of a gazelle, sweetly

10. If I wished, I could form with rhymes
A raid of blame upon him raging

11. And speech would tear him with shame
Where praise cannot find access