1. He says: Poetry is improvised
In meter and rhyme, a constraint and hardship

2. Leave rhyme and meter! For in them
Is the echo of heritage, shackles and disgrace

3. And leave the eloquence of ancestors, for they are gone
Follow your passion and what you have chosen

4. "Wash" or "purify" your words, for in them
Are years, history, and dust

5. And leave their rules, demolish their claims
And make your "talk" a secret among people

6. And make poetry riddles that revolve around them
The people do not understand what has been said or occured

7. A free man who brings back the myths of imagination
And promenades in misguidance wherever he traveled

8. He raves in every valley of his misguidance
With the devils, going and coming

9. All the old is old, it is not cared for
Innovate desires and thoughts today

10. And tear up "the form", "the form" has no connection
To religion! Bite it with fangs and claws

11. All the devils have wandered in its dwellings
Tempting and unleashing supporters and helpers

12. How many youths have we lured with the colors of deception
Who echo excuses and seeking excuses

13. So I said: Woe to you for what you have said, for in it
Is the sedition of evil or the kindling of fire

14. Poetry is free in meter and rhyme
Filling the horizons with rhythm and vibration

15. If stripped of them, it disappears into darkness
Among the ignorant, barren and empty

16. As if it is nonsense that left no ties
To it with poetry, no company or neighbor

17. They left no lineage or womb for poetry
Oh woe to those who cut off kinship or a neighbor!

18. The pearls of poetry are meter and rhyme
Beaming from the glow of creativity, lights

19. Poetry is an art built over thousands of years
For the pearls of meter or made for it caves

20. Its tongue is the language of the Quran, its verses
Miraculous revolving in veneration and pride

21. And the genius of the gift of poetry is rhyme
Flowing with the "sea" in recital and sailing

22. Poetry is an art that when I utter it
Your limbs tremble in affection and remembrance

23. In an image that gathered its colors and shone
And moved the strings of wonderful melody

24. And a throbbing that the genius of art unleashes
Masterpieces from the soul of poetry maidens

25. As if it drew from every rhyme
A melody the poems gesture with poems

26. And scented with rhymes every plot of land
And adorned with rhymes the plateau and the house

27. And launched in the sky of poetry its stars
As pearls, and on the horizons as moons

28. As if the realm expanded for poetry
So it became an ocean, the tumultuous ocean a storm

29. None but the hardy youth rides the mist of the ocean
Seasoned in embarking and sailing

30. He plunges into it, every one with will and talent
While the helpless distressed retreats

31. He dives seeking from its depths pearls
And ascends its back generous and determined

32. These are the "seas" of poetry, bestowing
On the sincere sublime that glows and lives

33. And in it are shells that protect
The pearls of poetry, meters and destinies

34. Poetry has two gates: a gate of devils
Inspiring in poetry sins and burdens

35. And ornaments that some hearts always accept
Throwing at the fire or disgrace

36. And a poet from the guidance of the Merciful, his throbbing
In meaning, words, passions and altruism

37. Revolves in the universe meeting from its wonders
Signs that open insights for the wise

38. He trembles from his longing for the truth, he is reverent
In His majesty, overwhelmed with prayers and invocations

39. And unleashes poetry as calls stained
As the garden, meeting it lights and fruits

40. In it overflows abundance in the shade of sheltering
Gushing water a spring and rivers

41. This is poetry! The poetry of believers flowing
To irrigate with time parables and news

42. As if gifting events their throbbing
Flowing to fill hearings and sights

43. Until when he hears poetry unleashed
As a garden blossoming litanies and flowers

44. He returns from his vanity, recoiling from wonder
Appreciating and venerating poetry

45. Saying this is lawful poetry flowing
As fragrance rippling, and magic revolving in its abode