Sol 5.6

  1. They say to me, whenever I praise Muhadhdhab:

    “He promises a thousand, yet is not counted as one.

  2. Is there not, among the servants of God, a noble man like Joseph,

    dark-eyed, gentle in nature, stout of forearm?”

  3. So I tell them: “The stars are many,

    but refinement reaches perfection in Mercury.

  4. How many a village blossom has had its fragrance sought,

    yet it is no equal of the rose in the eye of one who comes upon it.

  5. If Jacob’s son became lord of his people in Egypt,

    then this man, like him, has become lord of every noble soul.”

  6. I shook hardship from my mind, ever since there camped

    in his courtyard my hopes—as provision-bags are shaken out.

Sol 5.6