1. The meadow of melody denied me generosity
Yet I did not deny it plains and hills

2. So I turned from those whose affection I sought
And they plotted against me misfortunes and worries

3. I exhausted those I wished to attain
So dawn came with a cooling breeze

4. And when good manners abound in someone
Praises polished with eloquence come to them

5. If you detect in them a Yemeni quality
It comes to you bestowing speech openly

6. If they were not suited to the discerning
You would think them a kinsman of the pressers

7. When you learned the edges of them
Like a polished, straight spear

8. Innovations which narrators make their hearts memorize
Out of love, so you consider hearts to have intellects

9. They spread over you from praises a robe
That leaves the generous one poor of wealth