1. Poetry no longer appeals since its gems
And rubies sell for the same price in the Lebanon market

2. If offered to a buyer, both
Are goods sold dirt cheap, not worth any money

3. Bring me Saif Al-Dawla's sword today fully prepared
You will find me in the club, Abul Tayyib the second

4. And bring Al-Rashid's dinars and take from the
Rhymes necklaces of agate and coral

5. I disdain my poetry where
The Most Noble Ears cannot be reached

6. I would imprison the melodist even if I were a nightingale
Because I am in a valley where the melodist goes astray

7. Teach me to worry, Oh Pleiades, for I
See poetry in my testing ground in the land of Lebanon

8. And do not ask for my book of poetry for it
Is the remnants that the eroding times have left for you

9. Perhaps one day after my death you will see it
Fetch from its buyer the price of my shroud