Sol 5.6

  1. Take your kingdom—may God not make your kingdom endure

    with a permanence equal, measure for measure, to however long I live.

  2. Leave me Salma, the wine, and a songstress,

    and a cup—truly, that alone is wealth enough for me.

  3. Is it through kingship that I hope to be granted long life among you?

    Ah, many a realm has been overthrown and vanished.

  4. Ah, many a dwelling whose people have packed up and gone

    has become a desolate waste, its tracts mere mounds.

  5. And loose my rein, ahead of the onager and all that runs;

    and do not envy me should I die wasted away.

Sol 5.6