1. Your poetry has grown old, O Ma'rouf, though you were once a fine youth full of union and delight,
I saw poetry most resembling melodies, giving the sincerest love to youth,

2. I eulogized the foremost poet of the East, who failed though eminent in poetry, rising and falling,
And bent under his burden, reproaching the youth of the Two Rivers,

3. Discharging him of blame - how then can your father be rewarded with punishment for his consequences?
A father named Iraq aspired nobly, and blazed as a comet on the horizon of the Sawad,

4. The tribe recognizes him as an old man, but fails to recognize him when he was young,
And people's nature is to forget hands, when their flow ebbs and hides away,

5. So tell the disparaged poet, despite those who reproached and blamed him,
You will live on, and no matter if your loved ones don't weep for you, be patient -

6. You will find your reward from your Creator.