1. I'm amazed you told my flaw, O eloquent friend,
To that virtuous, brilliant one, brother of glory.

2. So I grew afraid though I did not steal, far from it!
For he is the brave soldier of sweet rhetoric.

3. And suppose I had stolen that book, as you claim,
You are a concealer who does not expose faults.

4. And you know that among the flock I'm the lowliest,
No wonder I fear the soldier who is so mighty.