1. I spend the night a stranger to sleep,

    as study and books rob me of it.

  2. The guardian of wisdom at my fingertips

    fashions what the intellect pours forth.

  3. The nose of my conscience—when I make it bleed—

    pours out all that the heart has absorbed.

  4. The tongue of my palm—when I give it speech—

    delights you with its sweet discourse.

  5. Emaciated in form, frail,

    yet mighty in action and capable.

  6. Though it is not like a keen sword in its edge,

    in its effect it is indeed a keen sword.

  7. A man points it downward and thereby rises;

    many a lowering ends in elevation.

  8. Since we came to know the delight of learning,

    neither sweets nor refreshing drink delight us.

Sol 5.6