1. طِيبُ الخمول يصدُّني

    عَنْ مدحِهِ بسوى الرموزِ

    The sweetness of obscurity keeps me

    From praising it except through hints.

  2. كنزٌ بهِ ظفرتْ يدي

    والكتمُ مِنْ شرطِ الكنوزِ

    A treasure my hand has won,

    And concealment is a condition of treasures.