1. I did not complain of the spear, the sword, or the arrow;
Your weapons altogether compose a system.

2. Your brother whose ribs ache for you
And who has no knowledge, as you know, of knowledge,

3. Except that he felt what was in your soul in his own,
While between you lies the desolate wilderness and the lofty mountains.

4. Lo, thus the thorn bushes defend their thorn bushes,
So one chief is summoned and another chief wounds.

5. And this one did not complain until that one complained before him,
And this returned to what had caused that one sickness.

6. Lo, observe how the things contend with each other
And how the understanding and the guess miss them.

7. And they did not separate until it was said they resembled each other,
Rather, the composition, blood, and flesh mingled.

8. It is nothing but a compartment of you if he complained;
You complained about this - destiny's course is compulsory.

9. And it is no wonder that this one agrees with him,
For both your spirits are one spirit and both your bodies one body.

10. When you seek glory, he seeks it and perfects it,
And the like of you, when he rises, no destruction makes him collapse.

11. Lo, through you noble deeds rise to the heights,
And you are the system of the kingdom since the star rose.

12. Through you consolation is sought in the heights, and to you
Appeal is made, and through you firmness and resolve are taken.

13. So the hands of misfortunes have not flashed between you,
Nor has the world with its ruling had power over your rule.