يا ابنَ الأُلى خُلقَت فضائِلُهُم
ألا تُنالَ بأبلَغِ الوَصفِ
O son of those whose virtues were fashioned
never to be encompassed by the most eloquent praise.
فإِذا الوَرى راموا لَها عَدَداً
قامُوا بِواحِدةٍ مِن الألفِ
And should humankind attempt to number them,
they would manage but one of a thousand.
أنا من زَماني في تَقلُّبِه
ما عِشتُ مِنه عَلى شَفا جرفِ
As for me, amid all my age’s vicissitudes,
whatever I have lived of it was on a precipice’s brink.
Sol 5.6