1. O my dear son Talib, your old father is indeed a sincere adviser.

    In what he says, he guides you aright and mends breaches.

  2. So strike with your sword whoever intends harm,

    Until you taste death for his sake.

  3. This is my hope in you after my death;

    I have always trusted your judgment to be wholly sound.

  4. So bolster his strength, my dear son, and be there for him,

    Wherever he finds you, following him without fail.

  5. Ah! I cry again and again, grieving at parting from him,

    For I shall not see him when he has risen, towering high.

  6. Do you think I shall see him, with the banner before him,

    And Ali, my son, embracing the banner?

  7. Do you think he will intercede for me and pity my tears?

    Far from it! I shall inevitably die.

Sol 6.1