1. My soul be ransom for dust beside which decay has lain, within his grave.

    Indeed, what it has enfolded of you is the raincloud, the lion, and the full moon.

  2. If only a living man could be a grave for one who has died,

    I would make my innermost parts a grave for his bones.

  3. And if my lifetime were obedient to my will,

    and fate aided me, I would share my span of life with you.

  4. Never did I imagine that a grave, though but four cubits,

    could hold the heavy rainclouds, the towering mountain, and the sea.

Sol 5.6