1. Were it not for Umayma, I would not dread destitution,

    nor would I brave the night through the blackest depths of gloom.

  2. I fear that poverty may one day descend upon her

    and strip the covering from my flesh, exposed on a butcher’s block.

  3. She longs for me to live; I, out of tenderness, long for her death—

    for death is the nobler guest to visit the women under one’s protection.

Sol 5.6