1. Your glances are sick and languid
Though I avert my eyes from them

2. And I see your cheeks like fresh roses
Washed by the dripping of my tears

3. If your sweet words were not ruined
By the deafening clamor of accusation

4. Then the little pride that disdained me
For all but you would be too small

5. I lingered in the shade of your shadow
Until over me the shadow inclined to one who sought my affection

6. One more worthy than you now desires me
Where baseness dwells, nobility cannot

7. My stance and my sword are decisive
And my blade will not bend or break

8. My spear is like a meadow of sorrow
Laughed at by a drizzle that wets it

9. My guide between my jaws rises
Above every rugged ascent humbling it

10. I am made drunk with the wine of weakness
Only to be given to drink clear drafts after it

11. If being near you is so precious to me
Then the least wisdom is to avoid it

12. Though accustomed to sitting still
Every habit to me in my nothingness is crippling

13. A lion does not sacrifice itself
To take another lion from its trap

14. So cease your reproaches and blame
For with destitution, all your rebukes are spent

15. It is a sheathed sword, its scabbard
Drawn by prudence when brandished

16. No ear doubts, when seeing it
That it is a piercing blade of steel

17. Between its garments, a brother of resolves
Feared by every perilous occurrence

18. No saddlebags and scabbards depend on me
If I depend, it is on an abode and a lodging

19. So lighten your share of blame for one blamed
Who sees the passage of time only diminishing

20. The cheeks of the young are fruitful crops
Reaped by the traveler who kindles his fire

21. Do not vitiate my resolve with fault
I am devoted to resolve and fate bending

22. For the noble one does not heed his protections
Greedily hoping for a day he is humbled

23. He whose patience outlasts tribulation
Has over it a patience that endures

24. He accompanies the night grown old
Until the night grows decrepit and tires

25. And sees the journey churn within him
Though it convulses, it cannot connect

26. Rolled up are his garments beneath the night
His clothes piled atop him in folds

27. I will forego sleep so you can see me
With my host honoring me in my lowliness

28. For attaining glory is demolishing edifices
And undoing nothingness is a journey and solution