1. Many a night, within it, I seemed a wakeful watcher,

    sweeping his gaze across the horizons on high;

  2. whenever the intoxication of slumber made me sway in it,

    the straightened spear in my hand swayed, still awake.

  3. And when the deep sea of longing surged between my ribs,

    I plunged, pathless, through a swelling sea of night's darkness;

  4. thus I became a choking thorn to the darkness and the mountains,

    and come morning, journeying on, a mote in dawn's eye.

  5. My sword was my companion, and the stars my garden;

    night-journey's lodging was my cupbearer, and travel my wine.

  6. And when the venerable sheikh saw me make my stay

    with him, and loose the Mahri camels at his abode,

  7. he summoned me, drew me near, and brought my lodging close;

    he welcomed me, lifted me up, and chose me for his own—

  8. a magnanimous lord who makes Mashrafī blades weep when wrathful,

    and makes virgin hopes smile when pleased.

  9. And if an ocean could climb its way toward him,

    the ocean would seek his bounty, full of hope.

  10. A person's honor lies in the self alone,

    whether his kinsfolk are lords or clients.

Sol 6.1