1. May I be the ransom for blood spilled from the opened vein—

    because of it, the poison-stricken one of the earth changed color.

  2. My blood—I once gazed upon it close at hand;

    but now I have come to gaze upon it from afar.

  3. Had I but obtained it, it would have become

    khalūq perfume between the side of my neck and my throat.

  4. I marvel at a forearm that my glance can make bleed,

    yet is strong enough to meet the iron blade.

Sol 5.6