1. أعرف ورَّاقاً بآيينِهِ

    من قَرْنه نُصب سكاكينِهِ

    I know a bookseller by his ways;

    His knives' handles come from his horn.

  2. يُكنى أبا حفصٍ له زوجةٌ

    جارُ استها أيسرُ ما عونه

    He is called Abu Hafs; he has a wife.

    Her arse's neighbor is his readiest aid.

  3. لا يمنع المسكينَ من نيكها

    يا ليتني بعضُ مساكينه

    He does not bar a poor man from fucking her.

    Oh, if only I were one of his poor men!

  4. جودٌ دِيانيٌّ له فضلةٌ

    يأمن خُسران موازينه

    Pious generosity, with a surplus to his credit;

    He is safe from a shortfall in his scales.

  5. انظرْ إذا شئت إلى قرنه

    وانظر إلى قائم سكينه

    Look, if you wish, at his horn,

    And look at the handle of his knife:

  6. تجدْهما من جوهر واحدٍ

    كجودِهِ المشتق من دينه

    You will find them both of one substance,

    Like his generosity, derived from his religion.

  7. وقائل لستَ بذي فهَّةٍ

    ولا ضعيفِ الرأي مأفونه

    And someone said: “You are not tongue-tied,

    Nor weak or unsound in judgment;

  8. فلِمْ أَذلتَ الشعر في مثله

    فقلتُ والعذرُ بتبيينه

    So why have you debased poetry by writing of his like?”

    So I replied, making my excuse clear:

  9. قد جُنَّ جُلُّ الناسِ في دهرنا

    فعُدَّني بعضَ مجانينه

    “Most people have gone mad in our age;

    So count me among its madmen.

  10. إن أكُ قد أكسبْتُه سمعةً

    وزانه شعري بتزيينه

    If I have indeed won him renown,

    And my verse, by adorning him, has lent him grace,

  11. فطالما ملَّكني رأسه

    تسبحُ كفي في ميادينه

    For often he has given me command of his head,

    While my palm swims through its fields.

  12. شيخ لنا في مستوى رأسِهِ

    بستان صدق من بساتينه

    An old man of ours: on the flat of his head

    Lies a fine orchard among his orchards.

  13. إذا البساتين انقضى حمْلُها

    أطعمَ في كلِّ أحايينِهِ

    When the orchards have exhausted their yield,

    He bears fruit in every season of his.

  14. فخرا أبا حفص بما نلته

    من زين شعري تحاسينه

    Take pride, Abu Hafs, in what you have gained

    Of my verse's beauty and embellishments.

  15. قد يعظُم الشيء بتعظيمه

    وربما هان بتهوينه

    A thing may grow great by being exalted,

    And sometimes loses worth through being belittled.

  16. أصبح شعري بعد ضنّي به

    يَرْفلُ في ألوانِ موضونه

    Now my verse, after I guarded it jealously,

    Struts in the colors of its woven finery.

  17. عمن يُصانُ الشعر من بعدما

    صار لك اسمٌ في دواوينه

    From whom should poetry be guarded, now that

    You have a name in its collections?”