1. How long will your door stay barred upon a hope,

    Behind it, flowing free like water from rainclouds?

  2. When I come to you out of reverence and honor,

    I return bearing goodwill unaccepted.

  3. So today I secure for myself a far-off destination,

    Away from excuses offered me with falsehoods.

  4. So if I seek you, I expose the messenger to what

    I fear—a rebuff—and ask leave from a mile away.

  5. Do you not see the rain poured upon a liver,

    Parched—the earth's, with its breadth and length?

  6. And wine is angry with us; it does not call on us.

    So divert for us a branch from that Nile.

Sol 6.1