1. O questioner of Al-Juhaf, is he now aroused
By the dead struck down from Suleim and Aamir?

2. O Juhaf, if your help avails us one day, then
The swelling seas will surge against you.

3. Be as the foam of waves which the sea casts up
Or as the driven dust blown by whistling winds.

4. The time is surely come for whoever aspires
To poesy to hold the high command o'er all who sing.

5. He bursts out in a tide that has no number counted
And every gazer flows enraptured in its wake.