Sol 6.1

  1. Abu Ishaq, O my mountain,

    where I take refuge, and my stronghold;

  2. and O my sword, with which I attack,

    and O my unhallowed ground, and O my sanctuary.

  3. I have shed my blood, and I lack

    the offspring of the vine and generosity.

  4. And my poverty is not for lack of money;

    but its absence is my poverty.

  5. And before me is something that puts to shame

    the blackness of pitch and darkness.

  6. You see the uvulas barring it

    when it stands before my mouth.

  7. So I cannot stomach it unless

    it has the hue of roses and ʿanam.

  8. So a little of the grape cluster's blood

    I shall put in place of my blood.

Sol 6.1