Sol 5.6

  1. The heights of glory bloom through Muhammad al-Halabi,

    as Medina bloomed through the Arab Prophet.

  2. She seems, exalted though she is, a shell,

    while he seems made of fresh pearl.

  3. For though scabbards turn to gold,

    their blades shine brighter than gold.

  4. O son of Prophethood, you are its star;

    the consummate scholar is the peer of a prophet.

  5. Indeed, the noble chiefs—though you are their master—

    have not discharged even part of what they owe you.

  6. Be patient: the torrent’s beginning is

    a drizzle—and in drizzle there is no hardship.

  7. Almighty God will furnish you with whatever

    will please you in wealth and high office,

  8. and invest you with a rank before which all

    minds stand transfixed in wonder.

  9. You are a son of Ṭā Hā; we see no mortal

    more entitled or worthier than you of lofty ranks.

  10. Were the ages to speak, no utterance would come

    from time’s tongues except in praise of you.

Sol 5.6