1. They said, “You have fallen silent today.” I said, “Be patient.”

    Have my excuses not reached the poets?

  2. And what have I to do with political poetry, after

    I found the people's hearts empty of it?

  3. And what have I to do with the parties, after the test

    my experiences put the parties and leaders through?

  4. They were all alike: this one did me no kindness

    in his dealings, nor did that one do me harm.

  5. Should I love a faction that returns no greeting,

    and shun a faction that feels no rebuff?

  6. And how many a merit of mine the people deemed

    meddling, and how many a right they called a gift!

  7. And I am indeed self-sufficient in forsaking that by which

    others prolong their conceit and swagger.

  8. A raider assailed me with papers, and indeed they

    are more decisive in judgment than the might of armies.

  9. And I paid some people their due out of my blood,

    and could not repay the others.

  10. And my friends quarreled with me, until I seemed

    a creditor suing debtors among them.

  11. And yesterday what my hand possessed vanished as dust;

    so will what I have written vanish as dust?

  12. And among this world's miseries is my being accused by those

    whom I took as intercessors in my distress.

  13. I wished for someone to buy my life with its burden,

    but found no profitable sale or purchase.

  14. And nothing harmed my poetry but its not being passed on,

    while others were harmed by their lack of generous benefactors.

  15. May oblivion fall upon the art I have so often borne—

    and it was nothing but an ordeal and affliction.

Sol 6.1