Sol 5.6

  1. With your generosity before me and behind me,

    and the radiant serenity of your face in the darkest age,

  2. I confront calamities, and they recoil in terror,

    like grazing herds fleeing for refuge from a lion.

  3. My life be your ransom! How many favors of yours have obliged

    a knight of Buhtur to bear the burden of your praise.

  4. Indeed, the raincloud—your brother—bestowed the like of what

    your two hands bestow, if only it did no harm.

  5. I nearly drowned beneath it, had not the east wind

    lifted one edge of it—and the chestnut horse galloped.

  6. I complain of its rain-gift to your largesse, and thus bring my grievance

    against its rain-laden cloudbank’s downpour to one who showers gifts.

Sol 5.6