1. My people's talk of your piety brought me glad tidings

    That you are the promised just ruler, O Umar.

  2. If you wish to preserve order, free from suspicion

    In the governors' eyes, as I hope and await,

  3. Then safeguard the ranks of glory that have been debased,

    Until I saw the vagabond boasting of them.

  4. And never grant a headman a favor

    With which he harms the people in his conceit and scorns them.

  5. And supporting poetry is most worthy of your care,

    For poetry prevails only through rulers.

  6. Build up noble deeds; indeed, I am unleashing a pen

    That sings your name in the valley, so you become renowned.

Sol 6.1