¹“But now they mock me, ²What use to me was the strength of their hands, ³Gaunt from poverty and hunger, ⁴They plucked mallow among the shrubs, ⁵They were banished from among men, ⁶so that they lived on the slopes of the wadis, ⁷They cried out among the shrubs ⁸A senseless and nameless brood, ⁹And now they mock me in song; ¹⁰They abhor me and keep far from me; ¹¹Because God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, ¹²The rabble arises at my right; ¹³They tear up my path; ¹⁴They advance as through a wide breach;