1. If only there were a war in which the foe might taste

    two flavors from us: honey and poison.

  2. The poison, when they engage him in battle;

    the honey, when they beg peace of him.

  3. No wonder that your body burned with fever:

    for lions are accustomed to fever.

  4. May it gladden me, should you rise as a full moon,

    before all creation’s eyes, in perfect fullness.

  5. May you ever confront the foe with misery

    from you, while governors encounter bounty.

  6. And shame upon the envious one who said,

    “Perhaps the inevitable—death—has come upon him.”

Sol 5.6