1. O master, whose hopes’ champions have grown weak,

    though he himself has not grown weak;

  2. those hopes are now in the hands of the weak and of the—

    strong, of the Bāqil-like stammerer and the eloquent—

  3. everyone’s but mine, though I am their oldest rightful claimant.

    I come as a petitioner for that; now test,

  4. upon a panegyrist of twenty full years,

    deprived by you of their recompense yet free of rancor,

  5. your bounty—or your justice, with which

    God entrusted you over us, noblest of trustees.

  6. If you are a shrewd, discerning judge of poetry,

    then let justice grant me the discerning poet’s share.

  7. And if I am hopelessly infirm in it,

    then let justice grant me the invalid’s share.

  8. Mark out my place within your register, whose largesse

    has dealt equally with the sound and the infirm.

  9. By adding me, swell the ranks of those you have favored among—

    mankind; even if I add no weight to you, I shall bring no shame.

  10. Is the due of one whose heart has softened toward you in—

    love an encounter with a harsh side?

Sol 5.6