1. I sent my poetry to the reciter, and it alarmed him

    because of the force of what I aim at and the many things I mean.

  2. He feared for the people, taking the thunder as a warning,

    though it is only the cry of a free man in prison.

  3. Will the one who once treasured my poetry overlook it today,

    suppress my opinion, and deny me my art?

  4. Will he send my breaths back to me? Even if

    every beating heart carried them, they would not ease my pain.

  5. Perhaps he saw something in the air and set down what

    I had brought him; he understands it better than I do.

  6. Make room for my secret, O Time, and feel cramped by it;

    my secret wears me down, while speaking openly sustains me.

  7. The tyrannical watcher came, concealing his nets;

    he is neither human nor jinn.

  8. He will uncover what is in the bag after

    the people spent a year calculating and guessing.

  9. Whatever has come to pass has happened before;

    so I am neither afraid nor secure.

  10. I have no love in the valley that holds me captive,

    nor a son there whose livelihood could make me suffer.

  11. I have nothing but this eloquence, which I have mastered,

    yet it neither heals nor suffices.

  12. Only unity could protect a nation

    that stands without an army and lives without a fortress.

Sol 6