Sol 5.6

  1. O judge—there is no judge like you.

    I am content with whatever you rule against us.

  2. For I have donned a close-plaited braid,

    woven by that gleaming, free-flowing one.

  3. Do not be angry when I string verse as a breath of release;

    indeed, in such a case, a ghaḍā-fire is forbearance.

  4. For you have indeed been tried by a formidable poet,

    and the daughters of a raging wolf—its fangs—have indeed worn down.

  5. I have indeed bitten verse into shape—so hear and listen,

    obediently, to a poem’s recitation and to my own verse-biting.

  6. I shall surely outdo an improvisation with my own,

    and I shall surely strike his blackness with my whiteness.

Sol 5.6