Sol 5.6

  1. She says, “My sons are hungry—do you not see

    how hunger makes us voice our complaint to every faction?”

  2. You were once a poet, striving to care for us—

    why, then, did you come from this man and that bearing flour?

  3. Betake yourself to the doors of Imam Muhammad:

    there you will find relief for everyone in straits.

  4. They are nothing but a public treasury for the seeker,

    the support of hopes and the success of a quest.

Sol 5.6