1. And a night like my hopes among the days of my life
Black-faced, attributed to charcoal

2. It blocked the path of the seers' sight
Until people got to know each other by speech

3. I do not tire of the effort therein to endure it
Nor do you see the man of needs grown weary

4. I try for success in a matter I pursue
And success in the dark lanes of elegance is decorum

5. My palm inclines from a sword to a pen
And glory is halved between the sword and the pen