1. O wearer of sidelocks and a forelock,

    And wearer of red and yellow!

  2. If only, since you gave me no gift

    That would satisfy me, you had given me one just once.

  3. My praising you and pinning on you my

    Hopes were nothing but a journey of delusion.

  4. I count your forefathers; among them there is no

    ʿAwf, nor Saʿd, nor Murrah.

  5. I accepted that pittance, since I could not find

    A white blaze on a wholly unmarked beast.

  6. I took it, paltry as it was; and as they say:

    Take a brick from a bad debtor.

Sol 6.1