1. O heart, I never call you to a noble deed

    But you shrink from it and delay.

  2. Death sips even stagnant water it finds distasteful

    And visits the Bedouin Arabs and the Nabataeans.

  3. I have dug for certainty with a mind

    Whose digging could scarcely draw water forth.

  4. And death will surely overtake our curly-haired and our straight-haired alike;

    And what do you know of al-Nu‘man at Sabat?

  5. Will this death graciously set me free?

    For life has bound me and tightened my bonds.

Sol 6