I
I consulted the priests of Lebanon for my salvation,
Thinking if paying them cowries will make them
Speak to the flourish palm tree growing like cedar
If only that's where my answer lies.
I was told to come back in winter for the trees are withered.
II
I paid homage to the prisoner in Moreh's dunghill,
Thinking they would be like Joseph the dreamer,
Whose answers were revealed to him in dreams,
Rather, i was told...