Sol 6.1

  1. The eyes of the wild cattle are death,

    And passion is a person's slayer.

  2. And passion's mounts are unruly,

    And riding the unruly brings terrors.

  3. Not of my kind, that I should resemble him,

    Is Diʿbil; people are of different kinds.

  4. My hope is to wear the crown,

    And his hopes lie in poetry.

  5. One whom ancestral honor raises is not

    Like one whom wealth raises (reading an apparent spacing error).

Sol 6.1