1. I am no poet, though I have composed verse;

    so I offer what I have uttered, little and much.

  2. Rather, an ocean of knowledge within my ribs

    swelled and cast forth from its pearls both verse and prose.

  3. And if I had wealth, its necks would grow fat

    for whoever comes seeking from you or proclaims thanks to you.

  4. For my aspiration has been satisfied—praise be to God—

    and I have triumphed; I seek no reward for praising you.

  5. My quest is for nothing but the throne; I have only

    journeyed by night to you, seeking victory through you.

Sol 6.1