1. Poetry is magic, and of its masterpieces
I have the purest water or the brightest pearls.

2. Its rhymes were strung like necklaces, so for their poets
They are the radiance of steeds with pearls on their chests.

3. They are drawn from an ocean of gentleness,
And sculpted from its sturdiness into stone.

4. Bedouin odes which I have reached
With fragments upon them, the city's softness,

5. And I excelled at rhyming verses in nomad encampments
And those settling the cities from a watering place,

6. So everyone after me who came with verse
Brought what was ruined by his feeble attempt at my traces.