Sol 6.1

  1. Of Haydar's line, his bounty reaches all;

    Ali, possessor of dazzling honors.

  2. His ranks are celestial;

    A luminary rising above Saturn.

  3. A flame whose fingertips pour forth;

    A watering place more delectable than honey.

  4. A horizon whose stars appear;

    The dawn of grave calamity's night.

  5. One rising high, whose descending blows are feared;

    A striker of heads and summits.

  6. At the treasury, he is its master;

    The ornament of necks and realms.

  7. His shoulder is the hand of Time's good fortune;

    Death in the form of a man.

  8. A spring whose waters are sweet;

    A source of blessings and riches.

  9. Bitter as colocynth, his honey-gatherer is spat out;

    A watering place for swaying, slender spears.

  10. His virtues are prophetic;

    A descendant of the best of creation and messengers.

  11. A virtuous man whose bounties embrace all;

    Of Ali's line, pure in character.

  12. Fate, whose calamities revolve;

    A safe refuge for the frightened, trembling one.

Sol 6.1