1. I lay sleepless, and the cares that visit by night returned upon me;

    no lover before me ever suffered what I have suffered.

  2. Toward you, sons of Laʾm, her noble she-camels hasten,

    along every road where thornbushes stand in their way.

  3. Yours are unstinting bounty and the forbearance of lords,

    and tongues that cut keenly when it is time to speak.

  4. No caller has ever summoned men like you to a grave undertaking,

    when the life-stealing blades strike at forearms.

Sol 5.6