1. And how could one be content with less, when you would be for him

    a champion—one whom Satan and hope have deceived?

  2. You are the Indian-forged sword, keen even without a hero;

    so how could it fail to bite whenever a hero brandishes it?

  3. A sapling thrives by watering, and the common multitude knows

    that noble deeds are the loftiest thing a man may acquire.

  4. Nor can I adequately praise what you have bestowed upon me—

    how can one rise when the burden he bears is a mountain?

  5. Nor have I ever asked more of you in your protection of me;

    how could the rain-laden cloud be asked to give rain?

  6. But a virtue in me—one you know well—refused it,

    as did a proud resolve: that I be called helpless and dependent,

  7. or be seen beneath another in a contest of generosity,

    when care for me has become proverbial.

  8. With righteous al-Zaynabi as my refuge, I am not one to

    be content with a meager gift so long as camels groan.

  9. May your high station never leave generous Sharaf al-Din,

    so long as barefoot and shod men roam over the earth.

Sol 5.6