1. I beseech God, Lord of all highness, that you may live

    a thousand years, mustering armies for His victory.

  2. The terror you inspire uproots fortresses, while the

    rugged land around them, beneath your might, becomes like carded wool.

  3. I ask nothing of you but a fur cloak from

    you; and for my journey I seek a packhorse.

  4. How could my back go without warmth—and a back

    traversing the roads of Aylah and al-ʿArish?

Sol 5.6