1. A noble youth—whichever way we turn, we see a hand of his

    beyond the reach of gratitude, yet easy to seek.

  2. The burden of its favors lies lightly upon necks,

    but counting them weighs heavily upon denial.

  3. By God, no wealth, whatever accrued, ever made its way

    into his palm—save reins or blade.

  4. The seekers of noble deeds have scattered, and all of them,

    when gathered, are but a part, while you are its whole.

  5. Whatever branch the peoples have brought forth in glory

    and boasted of—you alone are its root.

Sol 6.1