1. Thus does relentless fate assail,
No door or guard can it impede.

2. It shook and cracked the fabric whole,
As camels spooked, the tents stampede.

3. 'Twas once secured from every foe,
Whence came this rider, place to lead?

4. Its sides long shunned misfortune's blows,
But time brings forth the lurking seed.

5. You turned away to other hopes,
While yearning came your door to heed.

6. Are we not arrows loosed on targets?
Swift archer hands fulfill their need.

7. We cheer if glancing blow we strike,
Recoil if true our aim and deed.

8. Our day holds destiny we know,
The morrow destiny stampedes.

9. Prey fateful times cannot evade,
The seeker surely will succeed.

10. A man may act with purpose sound,
Tomorrow, mad and reason freed.

11. Cast offs from plunder of the dead,
Are grabbed by hands that sate their greed.

12. True promise we have made to waste,
False hope of wish we oft mislead.

13. With filled cups we wake to greet
The dawn, not knowing who will lead.

14. Coils for fate spread everywhere,
Alluring those who wish to cede.

15. How does our limit it surpass?
The boat has reached the end stampede.

16. Your wisdom ever could prevail,
When problems rose past reason's meed.

17. You found relief in narrow straits,
When perils pressed with vicious speed.

18. To you returns from distant parts,
Renown of deeds and hearts long freed.

19. Banning day shines bright and clear,
Bestowing day pours gifts that feed.

20. Where is the horse with dragging legs?
For slow to bite it chose the steed.

21. And where is wine most pure and sweet?
With rose hued water ever bleed.

22. As if below their racing stride,
A bird or cat slipped off with speed.

23. Their purebred stock of beauty bound,
Forever fast the riders lead.

24. Shield and armor in homes of guards,
Who draw them out when need stamps deed.

25. No camps of easy marches they,
Nor futile raids their custom breed.

26. A straying herd no shepherd owns,
An army with no guide to lead.

27. You were their pillar and their brace,
Defense grew weak and side stamps bleed.

28. What does the herald's cry lament?
What sorrow makes the mourner plead?

29. Hearts stretched out their eyes to you,
No brimming tears for you are freed.

30. The people now confused I see,
Present minds with absent thoughts stampede.

31. As caravans in black night wandered,
And setting moon gave up its lead.

32. You faultless were while men had faults,
So critics in your wake stampede.

33. The smiling you blame, bereft they weep,
And sober wonder strikes the freed.

34. You were quenched, distracted though you were,
When rains poured down till rivers feed.

35. Drawing the clouds its wings would churn,
Parched gales below no moisture heed.

36. Heavy laden its bulk would haul,
Like fuel bundled tight horses stampede.

37. As slow beast whipped to quicken pace,
Bowed down yet driver lashes steed.

38. Its sprinkling shower strikes like embers,
Sparks erupting as fires breed.

39. Without your grace the world itself,
Would fragment and each schism bleed.

40. Shepherds all lost, sheep left alone,
No kind hand left to guide or lead.

41. The foe has seized and driven off,
No stragglers left behind concede.

42. Of towering mountains naught remains,
What loss the waiting mounts stampede?

43. Nor does a notch in two blades reduce,
Their cutting blow when bold arms feed.

44. The rain your being poured on souls,
Appeased time's drought and hearts now freed.

45. Companion's loss we bear with pain,
While self and mount live on to lead.