1. Are you not, O angels, a group
That makes these poems eternal?

2. For if you lack some people from your gifts
Then it is right for the poets that you increase them

3. We were created for your sake, not for ourselves
We are but praise and glorification

4. O owner of glory, glory is a thirsty she-camel
That goes astray unless tied down by poetry

5. Take me, however you wish, with the confused wanderings
That the deaf listens to though useless

6. And excuse the one who still has
In the watering of sustenance, binding and knotting

7. He does not attain livelihood from what you grant
Until stretched thin by the workers' oppression

8. Poetry has only an alert idea
That you invigorate and support

9. Eulogies are but for kings, and does
The old necklace reveal anything but pearls and fine gems?