Sol 5.6

  1. Indulge my complaint against the debt whose burden has fallen

    upon every heart—though not upon every shoulder.

  2. And one lies in wait for me, morning and evening,

    asking after me, though he is no friend of mine.

  3. And a folded deed, like fine Sābirī cloth, is rolled

    around clauses as massive as towering mountains;

  4. its inner face, like a mantle, finely figured by its embroidery,

    its outer face like mirage amid the barren wastes.

  5. Many a young man meets swords face-first,

    yet falters at meeting the swords of binding deeds.

  6. I softened my words to them; but had I been safe

    from the testimony of mute witnesses that speak aloud of rights,

  7. the people's claims would have met a perjurer's oath,

    as a wooded thicket meets one of the thunderbolts.

Sol 5.6