1. Leave off, Salma's clan, suspecting and harassing me,

    and overlook whatever slipped from me; indeed, what is past is past.

  2. And do not destroy me with reproach; I merely

    spoke a little; then I shall surely keep silent.

  3. I shall keep silent until you think I am like one

    feigning death from the strain of pleasing you.

  4. Has it not sufficed you that you have already defended your lair,

    as growling lions guard the thicket?

  5. You cut away my flesh each day, just as one strikes at

    a quarry of stone for cooking pots—a vigorous carver with an axe.

Sol 6.1