1. I lay sleepless at lightning from the heights of Lebanon,

    flickering like my heart, milking the clouds of my eyelids.

  2. It has the gleam of an unsheathed Indian sword;

    and can anything but crimson blood be milked with a sword?

  3. I blamed my age when it cast me among people

    who see their own high standing in lowering mine.

  4. So I found no companion but a stone-thrower,

    and among my brethren I saw only betrayers.

  5. They cast me off as they cast off all nobility,

    and they rejected me as they rejected all goodness.

  6. And it pleased me that they hated me, because I

    saw that they did not choose to love any human being.

  7. How often my palm lay empty of comfort, and how often

    I bit my fingertips in remorse over my boon companion.

  8. And earlier, God enjoined each neighbor to care for his neighbor;

    and I complain to Him of my neighbors’ injustice.

Sol 6.1