1. O writer of the valley, it is honor enough for you

    among people that you are the greatest of writers.

  2. On the day your only son died, you suffered loneliness

    that a multitude of friends could not ease.

  3. Calamities took their share from hearts,

    in anguish, and were no light burden upon minds.

  4. If your only son departed as a ransom for the valley,

    then yours is consolation in the harmony of the parties.

  5. The world consoled you for his loss, and I

    indeed see your loss of him as part of my own loss.

  6. I upheld loyalty to those worthy of it and to others,

    until I was absorbed in their concerns, distracted from my own troubles.

Sol 6.1