1. How many wars have we waged, their harms afflicting us,
Their foam like stars, a coat of mail.

2. I threw myself into the deep from which
None emerges safely if he has not braved it.

3. I left the slanderers drowned while I
Was wet by naught but my sword with blood.

4. Of what use is a freeman if doom ties him down,
With no savior but my hand, servant of the Generous Lord.

5. I make plain the unknown, an elucidator
Whose wisdom is not that of Luqman the Wise.

6. If the Pharaoh of death comes, he comes
From my hands, with Moses' staff.

7. He writhes at the height of heights,
Ambitions mounted on the stars.