1. When difficulties confront me,

    I uncover their true nature through reflection.

  2. And even if it flashes in the cloud-bank of right judgmen—

    —t, obscure, beyond the eye’s discerning,

  3. veiled by the hidden mysteries of affairs,

    I bring sound thought to bear upon it:

  4. a tongue like the throat-rumble of an Arḥab—

    —ī camel, or like a keen, cleaving sword,

  5. and a heart, whenever it is inhabited by care—

    —s, rises above them with radiant pearls.

  6. I am no weak-willed follower among men,

    asking this one and that one, “What is the news?”

  7. Rather, I am a sharp wielder of the two lesser organs,

    making clear, together with what has passed, what remains.

Sol 6.1