Sol 5.6

  1. A ṭaylasān cloak from Ibn Harb came to me—

    his robe of honor, on a day of unrelenting ill omen.

  2. Whenever I cried out into it a single cry,

    I left it like the enclosure-keeper’s shattered brushwood.

  3. And whenever the wind blew toward it,

    it sent it flying like locusts scattered abroad.

  4. The caller, rushing headlong to the darner, when

    he sees it, says: “This is a monstrous thing!”

  5. And whenever its darner tried to

    save it, he took it on—and hamstrung it.

Sol 5.6