Sol 6.1

  1. Oh, the shame of your wayward judgment,

    And of your reckless, lost reason,

  2. And of Rashiq, as he comes forward,

    Spitting into the graying hair of your ass.

  3. If your market stalls, if there goes unsold

    Merchandise from your worthless verse,

  4. To sell it, you launch a disparaging attack

    On Ali ibn Abi Talib.

  5. It is high time your meaning grew cold,

    Were it not for the obstinacy of overpowering fate.

Sol 6.1