1. The ink of Abi Hafs is the drool of the night
As if it were the colors of the dark horses

2. It flows to the brothers flowing like a torrent
Without meter or measurement

3. As if it were from the River of Plenty
Generosity flows from it like the wagging of a tail

4. Ceaselessly pouring forth abundance
Little but invaluable like the son of Qail

5. It’s not worthless or useless
Indeed, I’m strongly inclined toward it

6. Seeking what pleases, very resourceful
Even if his envier calls out in anguish

7. As Suhail called out the beautiful one