Sol 6.1

  1. Abbas, O son of the sovereigns,

    The powerful, the just;

  2. O you who, through friendship with the

    Sultan, benefit this secure land.

  3. In your reign, poetry gained honor,

    Though once it was suspected and despised.

  4. And it granted its practitioners the rank

    Of victorious conquerors.

  5. They sang your praises melodiously,

    While you had filled them with longing.

  6. Like birds charmed by the gardens,

    They voiced their hidden yearning.

  7. And your keen-edged sword has need

    Of the eloquent pen.

Sol 6.1