Sol 6.1

  1. Princely rule is yours, and peoples have never ceased

    To heed every towering figure in the world.

  2. Had you not inherited it, their reins would have been yielded

    To none but you by virtues, every one resplendent.

  3. O son of those who, were they to look from their resting places

    Upon you one day, would say, "Carry on, Umar!"

  4. You have restored their days in Egypt once more,

    Until some imagined they had risen from the dead.

  5. And you followed their way, until it was as though they,

    Whenever you strode through a land, even once, strode there too.

  6. God bless you! How many noble resolves you have awakened,

    Whose bearers are praised by evenings and early mornings.

  7. And how many wounded lions of battle you have tended,

    Who, if Time bares the fangs of its calamities, bare theirs.

  8. Seeking help from Egypt's sons, appealing to their lofty pride,

    Who mend any breach they see in their basin.

  9. Calling for showers from a pouring cloud, while the Nile is in dread,

    Fearful lest your right hands give it away.

  10. Until kinship's bonds found accord, and there was remembrance

    Of their mutual ties among kinfolk, friends, and families.

  11. And the land announced its watering, while still

    From them and you, manifold acts of kindness are awaited.

  12. And affection stirred every palm with the dew of generosity,

    Until the rivers and pools marveled.

  13. And the people—if a generous man rises to seek for them

    The clouds of bounty—give them glad news: they have been showered.

  14. Sa'id's eminence allows none to resemble him

    Save a son of his spreading tree, if he rises to boast.

  15. Whoever sees you keeps praising him, remembering,

    And the root is remembered through the branch, if the branch resembles it.

Sol 6.1