1. And did you not turn away from farewell with anguish

    that filled your heart with yearning and burning thirst,

  2. and with streaming eyes, so one would think that in

    their inner corners were Isma'il's fingertips?

  3. O noble chief, through whose eminence

    glory won from Time what it wished for.

  4. Your two hands apportioned among all people their sustenance,

    so they dubbed you Qasim, the distributor of their sustenance whom they petition.

  5. It offered your glory an embroidered robe

    that clothes the envious in gloom and withering.

  6. It revived Habib and al-Walid, so the two fashioned

    from it the skeins of its weave in fine detail.

  7. Then al-Ta'i gave it the subtlety of his thought,

    and al-Buhturi, smoothness and appeal.

Sol 6.1