1. And a rash, relentless arguer—I feigned deafness to his speech,

    to avoid hearing it, though nothing ailed my hearing.

  2. And had I wished, I would not have turned away before striking him

    on his nose with a gaping wound that defies the healer.

  3. For even the tongue's lightest stroke does not

    leave slighter marks than hewing with an axe.

  4. And a man with a grudge he never revealed, except that he,

    like one deranged, had a soul that refused all but obsessive whispering.

  5. I showed him long forbearance, matching his own,

    while my eye and my guards were on him, though he did not know.

  6. And I had for him, should the boiling in his breast erupt,

    a brew of mountain spice no drinker ever tries again.

  7. I selected it from every bitter thing and set it apart

    for every intractable, relapsing disease,

  8. as a cure and a decisive resolution; whenever he encounters it,

    he faces recovery that leaves you no doubt—or despair.

  9. And a crafty rogue whose chief provision was people's flesh,

    full of foul talk, whispering after his scheming:

  10. I left him my flesh and reserved his flesh

    for whoever came upon him among the jinn and people nearby.

  11. So he strained a little, then turned away, as though

    biting solid stones from the fabric of a firmly rooted mountain.

Sol 6.1