1. لَكَ البَلاغُةُ مَيدانَ نَشأَتِ بِهِ

    وَسَحَرَ لَفظُكَ لِلأَلبابِ يَختَطِفُ

    Eloquence is your arena, in which you grew up;

    And the magic of your words snatches minds away.

  2. فَكَيفَ نُدرِكُ شَأوا قَد خَصَّصَت بِهِ

    وَكُلُّنا بِقُصورٍ عَنكَ يَعتَرِفُ

    How, then, can we attain a height for which you were singled out,

    While all of us admit to falling short of you?

  3. مَهَّدَ لِيَ العُذرُ في شِعرِ بَعَثَت بِهِ

    فَإِنَّها رمية جاءَت بِها الصَدَفُ

    Grant me indulgence for the verse I sent,

    For it is a shot brought about by chance.

  4. وَالأَمرُ في ذاكَ لا يَحتاجُ بَيِّنَةً

    مِن عِندِهِ الدُرِّ لا يَهدي لَهُ الصَدَفُ

    And this matter needs no proof:

    No shells are offered to one who possesses pearls.