أَرى شُعَراءَ الناسِ لَمّا تَقاذَفوا

أَرى شُعَراءَ الناسِ لَمّا تَقاذَفوا

بِكُلِّ عَضوضٍ تَملَأُ الفَمَ عاقِرِ

بِكُلِّ عَضوضٍ تَملَأُ الفَمَ عاقِرِ

I see the people's poets, when they assailed one another

I see people's poets as they flung

With every biting, wounding taunt that fills the mouth,

Every harmful word filling the barren mouth

جَميعاً فَأَمّا شاعِرانا فَأَمسَكا

جَميعاً فَأَمّا شاعِرانا فَأَمسَكا

وَآبَ إِلى أَكفائِنا كُلُّ شاعِرِ

وَآبَ إِلى أَكفائِنا كُلُّ شاعِرِ

All together—but our two poets held their tongues,

Both our poets refrained

And every poet returned to our equals.

And every poet gravitated towards our peers