1. O you of two faces—and of two—

    colors, you worst of companions!

  2. O dinar, you have

    made me endure bitter torment.

  3. How often you gleam before me; yet if I set—

    out toward you, the veil hides you.

  4. At times my face turns red

    with shame, then yellow with dejection.

  5. And my distress is heightened by your

    flight among wrathful men.

  6. And if I stretch out my hand to you,

    claw and fang beat it back.

  7. If steel could hear my verse

    as I complain of them, it would melt.

Sol 6.1