1. O eye, weep for Abu Jabr and his father,

    when the banners and rings of mail were shattered.

  2. A day in return for the day of Abu Jabr and his brothers;

    and the soul is twofold: within it are terror and apprehension.

  3. O ruin, ruin wrought by death's fates! They have left us no

    honor to come away with, for as long as the gray doves coo.

Sol 6.1