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My son, beware of composing poetry,

بني إياك ونظم الشعر

1. My son, beware of composing poetry,
For with scholars it is scorned.

١. بُنيَّ إياكَ ونظمَ الشعرِ
فإنهُ بالعلماءِ يُزري

2. By God, were it not for my fame and renown
For knowledge, poetry would demean my worth.

٢. واللهِ لولا شهرتي وذكري
بالعلمِ كان الشعرُ حطُّ قدري