Sol 6.1

  1. I remembered you, Ibrahim, while the port frowned,

    and the victims' tragedy lay between my hearing and my sight.

  2. I remembered you in Alexandria, and grief

    for the radiant martyrs filled my inmost heart.

  3. Come, then share the Nile Valley's sorrow,

    for how sorely the valley needs a poet's voice!

  4. The loyal asked after you, and many a time

    those at home have sought those in the graves.

  5. It pains us to see your place

    vacant, and no one's remembrance has brought you back.

  6. And if lasting works could bring a fighter back to life,

    the glorious deeds you left behind would have revived you.

Sol 6.1