Sol 6.1

  1. Abd al-Hamid, there is none but you for a community of faith

    Whose enemies have grown many and whose champions have grown few.

  2. Her rule kept passing from a dynasty

    That had perished, to another whose light had faded,

  3. Until it settled in Faruq, after

    Her mountains and seas had zealously cared for it.

  4. Mother of capitals, before her lies death's snare,

    Which her Bosphorus spreads for the covetous.

  5. Indeed, He who preserved the caliphate among the sons of

    Osman has entrusted her to you, for you to shelter her.

  6. So, after battles, her crown gained strength through you,

    And her sword, her banner, and her throne.

  7. For you are her stronghold, her commander, and

    Her army, her equipment for war, and her minister.

  8. You have lived needing no adviser; many a time

    Their adviser has spared kings the business of rule.

  9. Never has Caesar risen to quench his burning resentment toward you

    With a stratagem without intensifying its blaze.

  10. Indeed, I warn him of imminent anguish

    From a nation to which I bring glad tidings of success.

Sol 6.1