Beyond my craft myself I see, when craft’s at bay.
Just like as when a man is telling gold with thee.
Alone it thou considerest,—self thou dost not see.
So did the harper weep, and loudly did complain.
His sins he numbered up, committed in life’s train.305
To him then ‘Umer: “This contrition deep of thine
Is proof thou sober art, though grief thy heart entwine.
Thy worldly journey’s over, other path now take;
For this sobriety’s a sin thou must forsake.
Sobriety’s a virtue in the road thou’st trod.