1. Your favors, O sea of generosity, are a sea in which I have drowned.

    And I have come to be called one drowned in favors and blessings.

  2. And I am unable to give thanks for even the least of them.

    And my tongue and mouth, for all their powers, have faltered at it.

  3. You have made me forget Hatim, then Ibn Za’idah,

    And all who became models of generosity and munificence.

  4. May you never cease giving, and may no one give to you

    Except the Generous One, guarantor of sustenance for the nations.

  5. And your hand has always been uppermost, and has never ceased

    Giving life to the noble and the house of poverty and want.

Sol 6.1