Sol 6.1

  1. Be patient, my dear son, for patience is wiser.

    Every living being's destiny is Shaʿūb—Death.

  2. Patience has worn thin, and the ordeal is severe,

    To ransom the beloved and the beloved's son:

  3. The radiant Prophet, of lineage illus-

    trious, and possessed of prowess, noble and highborn.

  4. If Death strikes you, the arrows come in succession;

    So some of them hit, and others miss.

  5. Every living being, even if it long enjoys life,

    Will take a share of its taste.

Sol 6.1