1. I sent you, O Jareer, from al-Lahood
So tell them, without you they wouldn't know my existence

2. Either you get it right or you die
As you start and end in stillness

3. Remember, O feeling, my grace
And how much you were in need of my generosity

4. How much you extracted from my deep knowledge
And told the people "These are my compositions"

5. And how much you repaired with it a ruined abode
And how much evidence you have in my poetry

6. If I took it back, eyes would be blinded
To your book of poetry and ode

7. So take it, it is discharged charity
And what is obligatory on refined pearls

8. And if you got whips of flogging
I have not flogged anyone but slaves