Sol 6.1

  1. O champion of letters, return

    as spring returns to your domain.

  2. And have mercy on the hearts of the devoted,

    who are enamored of meeting you.

  3. And take your place among them;

    for your absence has harmed them.

  4. And hold for the people of merit

    their festival, as your eminence is accustomed to do.

  5. And receive the perfume of praises,

    declaring to them your approval.

  6. Were it not for rules you do not wish

    to see dissolved or violated,

  7. and a government that thanked you for

    the favors your two hands bestowed,

  8. and debts to others weighing upon

    it, from which you see no escape,

  9. you would have granted the poets

    a share in the country's finances;

  10. and they would have divided their portion of it,

    as they divided your bounty.

  11. You are the prince to whomever you answer

    and aid when he calls upon you.

  12. You give, and thus possess souls

    entirely—what utter possession!

  13. And you have no equal in the land;

    I see no generous person but you.

  14. And you dawned upon my heart

    before my eye beheld you.

  15. And I found your robe to be

    dignity, and chivalry among your adornments.

  16. At praise, your flanks quiver

    like Mashrafi swords.

  17. And you overflow for one who hopes for bounty

    with gladness, so your cheeks shine.

  18. And the tenderness in your heart

    shines through your eyes.

  19. Your guidance secured you wishes and contentment,

    and the splendors of the world.

  20. And great glory was won for you

    above your peers by your two smallest organs—heart and tongue.

  21. And it is enough for you to be called

    champion of learning—an honor enough for you.

  22. An honor in which the devoted took pride,

    as your foes have acknowledged.

  23. I have not forgotten your words to me, while

    cruel illness threatened death:

  24. "What has befallen you has grieved the virtues;

    so when shall I see that the healer has cured you?"

  25. You raised me up like a lion,

    after I had been unable to stir even a little.

  26. And you stretched out to me a cord,

    by which I made al-Simak my dwelling.

  27. So it is as though, through your resolve,

    unwavering, and through your strength, I rose.

  28. From your words I have a jewel,

    precious, just as from your wealth I have

  29. purses of money, for which I wished

    that I might kiss your palm, and then your mouth.

  30. Indeed, my benefit from your wealth

    is like my benefit from your wisdom.

Sol 6.1