Sol 5.6

  1. Who is my equal among the valiant cham—

    —pions, the stalwart men?

  2. My birthplace had beneath it a pavilion,

    pitched upon the tips of lofty spears.

  3. Glory rocked my cradle

    before the ladies of curtained chambers—

  4. those radiant, virtuous women,

    precious and costly to buy with my wealth.

  5. My forefather, who ruled the countr—

    —y by his judgment, not by wrangling;

  6. the lavish bestower of blessings

    before which the full moon of largesse pales.

  7. Others care about vainglo—

    —ry; I am not one to care for it.

Sol 5.6