1. I trusted Saʿd, but no good came of

    Saʿd’s honesty, nor of his treachery.

  2. And indeed his color outdid his black steed’s,

    So he went off, he and his packhorse alike.

  3. And how can I trust him out of sight,

    When, in his eyes, my hand has his own color?

Sol 6.1