1. O Gibbon, do not lavish
My verses with praise, I beg

2. From today, you're accountable
For my criticism and poetry

3. If you cannot improve my verses
Then who can excuse me?

4. If you fall short, they will say
"The poet deceives with his rhymes!"

5. Why the lavish compliments
And praise that entice?

6. He babbles nonsense
Though he knows not its worth

7. So fill the cages, Gibbon, with froth
Yes, more meaningless froth!

8. And say: "Al-‘Aqad makes no mistakes
In assessing true merit!"