Sol 5.6

  1. Is there, anywhere in the land, one who lies down awaiting God’s provision?

    Or is there none? For a rough surface leaves his skin mottled.

  2. Fasting has come to kneel, like a camel, in the middle of our courtyard.

    Would that fasting were in some land cut off from us by rugged wilds!

  3. If I fast, my belly pains me and leaves me restless—

    within my ribs, from the pang of hunger and thirst.

  4. And if I go out by night toward their mosque,

    my eyesight troubles me—it has already been betrayed by bleary dimness.

Sol 5.6