1. We fell into life without a choice,

    and our Creator hastens us toward deliverance.

  2. We mounted upon the withers of the nights—

    ah, what fleet-trotting young she-camels you are!

  3. Time’s arrows pierce every shield

    and pass through the folds of polished mail.

  4. So make light of whatever afflictions befall you,

    and whatever you meet from thief or marauder.

Sol 5.6