1. Year after year after year I visited his abode
Then I turned away, no harm and no generosity

2. Promise and promise and promise follows it
A promise not a promise that makes the wood flourish

3. So how can I praise him constantly when he prevents me
And how can he obligate me when the matter is lost

4. Woe to the one who outlines it, woe to the one who says it
For the likes of it, the fuel was created for the pyre

5. If I do not repay the evildoer for his evil
Why then did Kahlan or Hud give birth to me

6. And the pulpits are no pride when mounted
By one who the black slaves mounted upon him

7. So let nothing of his words deceive you
The fault is his and in him the fault returns

8. And from my praise of the judge I suffered harm
And all who praise the accursed are accursed