Sol 5.6

  1. Far be it from you, O cloud of noble bounty, to suffer

    an onset of affliction that wastes and torments.

  2. Then rise for lofty glory and learning, wrapped

    in robes of happiness, freshly renewed.

  3. May the breeze—all of it—fall ill in your stead,

    and may the graceful maidens’ eyes bear the sickness.

  4. You are the one whose inward worth and outward form

    have assured our praises that they strike true.

  5. They journeyed to your abode from our western land—

    noble she-camels—and came to rest upon al-Judi.

Sol 5.6