1. And he says: The open expanse did not grow narrow; he chafed at

    the slightest care, until the open expanse became like a prison.

  2. I have no she-camel whose reins might be

    in my hand; nor may a man on foot gallop.

  3. As for Fate, I cannot fathom its secret;

    rather, I do not even name Fate.

  4. The fire within my breast never dies—may you not be

    among those who keep it kindled—though even ghada-wood fire dies down.

Sol 5.6