1. My gray hair has repelled the beauty, so that
After affection she disdains my old age.

2. Once with the tender branch I was adorned,
Yet now by the tender branch I'm repelled.

3. Even my youthful poetry I've now spurned,
And were it not for praise, I'd not compose verse.

4. O you who mentioned al-Shafi'i and Hatim
By their virtues, things by their like are recalled,

5. You are a crown atop the throne of glory
Whose pearls of praise in prose and verse are strung.

6. We've blended oceans of merit and poetry,
And so in this and that we now exult.

7. By my life, though softly I've sung his praise,
Softly though sung, yet strong and pure it is.