1. The excellency complained of an illness that made him bare
Yet all of his moans were more excellent than excellence

2. And he returned to blame my harshness, complaining of his state
As a companion would yearn for his fellow companion

3. So I said to him, may God protect you from it
For luck shines on his forehead

4. It is the eye in which I saw
And the blackness of my eye was in its eyelids

5. My right hand will ransom him, not my left
For the eye of a man is better than his right hand