1. A night at Dhu al-Athl—its length has wearied me.

    In it I see an approaching opponent whom I confront.

  2. Yet I sometimes pass the night with darkness's span grown short,

    with a visitor whose signs promise close companionship.

  3. When the slanderer has no means by which to claim a connection,

    amid youth, its avenues of attachment still fresh and tender.

  4. Life's later days are tales retold,

    and its beginnings are closest to pleasure.

  5. Youth fades once it reaches full completion,

    and a thing's perfection turns it back toward decline.

  6. And a man is granted healing from his passionate longing

    as a year comes and runs its course, then the next.

  7. If the man wise to the days flees their hardships,

    then prudence is fleeing one whom you cannot fight.

  8. So if my friend casts doubt on his affection—how often

    have I feared at evening what I hoped for at morning!

  9. Sufficient for you as provision against time, which you lay up

    in reserve, are Abu Bakr's generosity and bounty.

  10. He spends the night among them, his allotted share being

    the loftiest deeds, while the envious have the lowest.

  11. They have set him apart in whatever goodness he chooses,

    so among them he has no rival to vie with him.

  12. If we come to him, our merchandise does not go unsold,

    nor does he stand in the way of what we came seeking.

  13. Whenever you contemplate him, kindness from his hand

    travels a straight path to the supplicants.

  14. Burdened each day by their calamities

    with a weight, he grapples with whatever of it he undertakes.

  15. We would not have gone beyond Baghdad but for our good fortune with him,

    nor would we have sought Wasit but for his gifts.

  16. He strips himself of wealth in giving, and we clothe him

    in brocade of praise whose everyday garments have not worn thin.

  17. We show him what gratitude's breeze is like, with visitors frequenting

    his precincts; he shows us how we may hope in him.

  18. Leave the man whose reach fell short of greatness

    to die of rage; attain what you are to attain.

  19. Marw al-Shahijan rises high through your house, and indeed

    its inhabitant gains distinction through the house's distinction.

  20. Nothing makes rain lovely except what it copies from you

    in its steady fall, and what its downpour takes from your example.

  21. And the full moon has nothing but what you have been endowed with:

    to shine, and for its stations to rise high.

Sol 6.1