1. I contended with him through the darkness of nightfall
Learning intoxication from his glances

2. As if squeezed from his cheek
Pressed with pearls from his words

3. Complaining of fate, yet that is of his pleasures
And the survival of Ismael among his virtues

4. This is clear excess in complaining
And many a complainer oversteps with his complaints

5. His resolve and opinion suffice the capable
As his time with its afflictions and gifts

6. Like the sword in its plunges, the moon in
Its darkness, rain in its times of need