1. Turn in your heavens, O fate, though it stir up
regrets, yet their destiny is in the grave.

2. Who seek the bright sun with offence, thou wilt
pity them though they err, and guide them.

3. If one aggrieved should cast thee with his rancour,
then submit thee and let not his shot of rancour reach thee.

4. Whoso hath forged false judgments, he was no
avenger, but a critic, so let him shew his critique.

5. Of what worth is random speech, for however
it be bare it booteth not.

6. O thou that judgest without measure! thou hast
not hit what thou wouldst hope for, save disappointment of thy

7. purpose.
If fate would take thee with his justice, thou

8. wouldst not be found insolent in defiance of him.
But thou hast taken of his clemency a pasture

9. ground, so thou wentest therein unto exceeding his limit.
Whatso more thou desirest to complain of, add

10. it! for thy complaints of him are but signs of his praise.
Our brothers, you have a claim upon us which

11. hath been regarded. Where then is loyalty and his troth?
I wondered at a sensible one of thy folk

12. shewing graceful but hiding despite within himself.
If ye demand justice of fate according to your love, justice is

13. not as your love or his.
Is justice a thing transcending the judgment of

14. chief among his folk or leader of his army?
Is justice an absolute thing? Whoso undertaketh