Number 13 (Also by Him)

My great patron, generous chief, your rank rises beyond any title. I am wronged and have no helper; look to the plight of my broken heart. I earn my keep through poetry and the gifts of the great among my companions. This is no true sufficiency; it is the shame of the ancestors and the disgrace of their heirs. If you do not come to my aid, then it is just me, the long night, and the prayer niche. I know the beloved and bountiful one will drive off the injustice done by the cruel plunderer.