Sol 5.6

  1. Far be it from lions to fal—

    —ter, or from mountains to tremble;

  2. and far be an Indian saber from

    a temper that keeps it from striking.

  3. How I marveled at the physi—

    —cian, that he should speak truly,

  4. when his hand and scal—

    —pel dared the wrathful lions,

  5. in a venture where, were an army to gal—

    —lop on its marked Arab steeds,

  6. seeking him, it would end up lifeless,

    its nostrils pressed into the dust.

  7. Long may you remain, O crown of king—

    —s, above strangers and friends alike,

  8. a leader whose command is obeyed, as long as time en—

    —dures, your realm inviolate;

  9. no day passes empty

    of praise or reward for you.

Sol 5.6