1. He is the poetry that flowed in arenas preceded
And opened from its doors every ambiguous thing

2. And ask his people about me, did I gain from them
With my nature, and did I leave any ruins

3. I took the methods of rhetoric and became
With my words the riders in the hand cast lots

4. And perhaps every complainer sang with it
Repeating it in his lament and chanting

5. And my people ignored me because I am their tongue
When the peoples are confused when speaking

6. And my time blamed me because I weighed it down
And that I in it am beyond the wisest of the wise