1. I restrained my tongue, O Ibn Ḥayyān, after

    my youth had passed; indeed, the bond you impose is firm.

  2. With you I keep back only a clipping of my tongue,

    fearful and mute henceforth, no longer speaking.

  3. I have seen you turn sweet to me whenever you chose to favor a man,

    and bitter—bitter indeed—a bitterness steeped in bitter sap and colocynth.

  4. Every hunted fugitive is doomed, bewildered,

    as the bewildered man perished while the night was dark.

  5. You struck men down for their offenses, and they became

    as Mathghūr and Haytham once were against you.

  6. Your grappling hooks—the ones that snatched Bahdal away—

    then a straight, upright trunk bore him aloft above the heights.

  7. Your two hands are a hand of good and a hand of evil: with one of them

    you inflict harm, while the other brings largesse and blessings.

Sol 5.6