1. As for the enemies, they have shown you their true selves;

    So direct your ill suspicions toward your brothers.

  2. My soul recoils from being meekly led,

    And yielding to the rein heightens my defiance.

  3. And I spare a friend's shoulder my weight, out of self-respect,

    Before he changes from color to color.

  4. And a brother aroused my doubts; I found no course with him

    But to keep aloof from him and shun him.

  5. I visited him seldom, lest I seek a favor from his hand,

    Or weary his tongue on my account.

  6. And I see that, when I sought no help from him,

    He began to harm me, in secret and in plain sight.

  7. Whatever passed between Amal and you has come

    Stealing toward me, making itself quite plain.

  8. Had what her whispers conveyed to you

    Been good, her talk would have been public.

  9. If that was due to celibacy on the campaign in which

    You were kept on long service, then take the boys.

  10. And it is strange that I suspect you, after

    You were my chosen friend and trusted intimate,

  11. And strain to expect ill-treatment from you,

    When fairness calls for me to expect kindness.

  12. And as the softness of my touch delights you when I am pleased,

    So too fear my roughness when I am angry.

Sol 6.1