Sol 6.1

  1. The province called its poet, and he answered,

    Sweet-voiced, he displayed enchanting artistry.

  2. Its sons will know me after ignorance,

    And I shall recall this festival with gratitude.

  3. And my poems about you will remain nectar,

    Just as your noble deeds will endure through time.

  4. And yours is the sword, with which you defend

    The valley, and mine is the tongue.

  5. I remind those absorbed in amusement of virtue,

    And with advice I spur on those who delay.

  6. You will make the people of Egypt and its dependencies

    Angels, and turn it into gardens of paradise.

Sol 6.1