Sol 6.1

  1. ويلك يا ثابت ما أخملك

    ولّلذي يعلوك ما أحملك

    Woe to you, Thabit—how obscure you are!

    And for the one who mounts you, how much you can bear!

  2. ما كان من فألٍ جميلٍ فلي

    أو فَلَكٍ دار بنحسٍ فَلَك

    Whatever good omen there may be is mine;

    or any celestial sphere revolving with ill fortune is yours.