1. Do not ask the people about my wealth and its abundance;

    ask the tribe about my faith and my character.

  2. The people know that we are among their noblest men

    when the frightened gaze of the trembling coward lifts.

  3. On the morning of terror, I give the spearhead its due,

    and drench the spear’s shaft in clotted blood.

  4. I thrust a broad, gaping wound straight across—

    a wound that drives out the probes with froth and a violent gush.

  5. I chastely renounce whatever I cannot attain;

    but if I am wronged, my rancor and rage are fierce.

  6. I dispel the distress of the hard-pressed man in his tight plight,

    and keep a secret even when it costs a stroke to the neck.

  7. A man may one day be poor though he is nobly born,

    and the grazing herds of a helpless fool may multiply.

  8. Wealth may one day grow abundant after scarcity,

    and after drought the bare branch clothes itself in leaves.

  9. Indeed, I am generous though my wealth is not abundant,

    and indeed, I charge after the cornered foe, his eyes flashing with fear.

  10. I shun every deed that bears sin and dishonor,

    and leave unsaid the words that draw me near iniquity.

Sol 6.1