Sol 6.1

  1. I have been true to my homelands with the honor of a devoted man

    who has grown accustomed to suffering on the paths of honor.

  2. And I would indeed need no more than seven ears of grain,

    scattered about, if I were seeking sustenance.

  3. I shall strive, expecting no safety on the course;

    and can the arena guarantee safety to whoever has secured the lead?

  4. Can my mind grow calm, or my beds grow soft,

    while the Turks' ordeals are the least of what I face?

Sol 6.1