1. حَباهُ إِلهُ العرش جوداً ونجْدةً

    يودُّهُما حدُّ الظُّبى وندى القطْرِ

    The God of the Throne bestowed on him generosity and valor,

    Which sword-edges and the moisture of rain long to possess.

  2. وأبيضَ وضَّاحاً سنى قَسَماتِهِ

    يعود له الليل الدَّجوجيُّ كالظُّهر

    And a fair, radiant face, with features so bright,

    That pitch-dark night becomes for him like noon.

  3. فقامَ بشُكْر اللّه عن كُلِّ نِعْمَةٍ

    بأمثالها بالخير يبقى مع الشُّكْرِ

    So he rendered thanks to God for every blessing

    With matching gifts of goodness, which endures with gratitude.

  4. حَمى وقَرى جيرانَهُ وضُيوفَه

    فباتوا بخيرٍ من نوالٍ ومن نَصْرِ

    He protected and fed his neighbors and guests,

    So they spent the night in comfort, with bounty and protection.

  5. وجادَ زكاةً عن صباحَةِ وجْههِ

    على مُعْتفيه بالبشاشةِ والبِشْرِ

    And as alms for the beauty of his face, he lavished

    Smiles and cheer upon those seeking his bounty.

  6. فدلَّتْ على المعروف منه طَلاقَةٌ

    كما دلَّ أعْناق العِطاش سنى الفجر

    His cheerful expression thus pointed to his kindness,

    Just as dawn's radiance guides the necks of the thirsty.

  7. أبو جعفرٍ أربى على جعفرِ النَّدى

    وإنْ كان مشهور المكارمِ والذِّكرِ

    Abu Ja'far surpassed Ja'far the generous,

    Though his noble deeds and name were renowned.

  8. طَمَتْ ثروةٌ بالبرمكيِّ فسهَّلت

    نوالاً وجاد الخِنْدِفيُّ ولم يُثْرِ

    Wealth flooded the Barmakid, making it easy

    To give; the Khindifi gave though he was not rich.

  9. فأوْلاهُما بالمدح من كان مُؤثِراً

    ببُلْغَتهِ أهل الخصاصة والفَقْرِ

    Thus, of the two, the worthier of praise is he who favored

    The needy and poor with his own scant sustenance.

  10. فما واهِبٌ أبْقَتْ يداهُ ذخيرةً

    كمن ما له غير المحامد من ذُخْرِ

    For no giver whose hands have kept a reserve

    Is like one whose only store is praiseworthy deeds.

  11. أبى العارضُ الثَّجَّاجُ حبس بقيَّةٍ

    ولُؤمُ الرَّكايا يحبس الماء في القعر

    The downpouring cloud refuses to keep a remnant,

    While the wells' stinginess holds water in their depths.

  12. فيا لك من طوْدٍ رفيعٍ وعارضٍ

    هَموعٍ وسيفٍ لا يَملُّ من الهبر

    What a lofty mountain you are, and a raincloud

    Pouring down, and a sword untiring in its hewing!

  13. إذا عقر الأبالَ والنِّيبَ في الوغى

    وفي السلم كانت طعمة الضيف والنَّسْرِ

    When it slaughters camels and old she-camels in war

    And in peace, they become food for guest and vulture.

  14. تُلاقيه نشْوانَ الشَّمائلِ والعُلى

    فلولا تُقاه قلت نشوانُ من خمرِ

    You meet him intoxicated with noble qualities and eminence;

    But for his piety, you would call him drunk on wine.

  15. حبيس الخُطى عن كل عارٍ مُدنسٍ

    ولكن جوادٌ مُحرزٌ قصب الفخر

    His steps are held back from every defiling disgrace,

    Yet he is a noble steed winning the prize-reed of glory.

  16. فليت السَّراةَ الأقدمين بني النُّهى

    وجوهَ المعالي في الفلاة وفي المِصْر

    Would that the nobles of old, sons of wisdom,

    The foremost in lofty deeds, in desert and city,

  17. ترى الشِّبل ليثاً والطَّليعة جحفلاً

    وجَمَّةَ وادٍ أصبحت لُجَّة البحر

    Could see the cub a lion, the vanguard a mighty host,

    And a valley's pool become the sea's deep expanse!

  18. أقرُّوا إذاً طُرَّاً بتفضيلِ سابقٍ

    جموحٍ إلى الغايات مُلتهب الحُضر

    Then they would all acknowledge the superiority of a frontrunner,

    Rushing unbridled toward the goals, his gallop ablaze.

  19. أخِيرٌ ولكن أوَّلٌ في فَخارِهِ

    ولا فخر للمفضول في قِدَم العصرِ

    Later in time, yet foremost in his glory,

    And the lesser man gains no glory from an earlier age.

  20. وزيرٌ يَدُقُّ السَّمْهريَّ بمزبرٍ

    ويهزمُ أسطار الكتائب بالسَّطرِ

    A vizier who shatters the Samhari spear with a pen,

    And routs the lines of battalions with a written line.

  21. تَساوي بني الأشْعار نظْماً وإنما

    تفاوتُهم في الفضل والصيت والقدْر

    The sons of poetry are alike in versification; only

    In excellence, fame, and rank do they differ.

  22. وما شُعَراءُ الناس إِلاَّ مَعادِنٌ

    وما كل أرضٍ معدنُ الذهب التِّبر

    The poets of humankind are nothing but mines,

    And not every land is a mine of raw gold.