هَزَزت إليك الشعر سَهلاً قيادُهُ

هَزَزت إليك الشعر سَهلاً قيادُهُ

وخَلَّيتُ منه صَعبَهُ الُمتَشَزِّنَا

وخَلَّيتُ منه صَعبَهُ الُمتَشَزِّنَا

I set verse moving toward you, its reins easy to handle,

Poetry flowed gently to you in my hands

and left aside its difficult, rugged part.

Leaving behind only its most difficult parts

وما الشعرُ إلا ما تَصَيَّد أَنفُساً

وما الشعرُ إلا ما تَصَيَّد أَنفُساً

وطَرَّبَ آذاناً ورَفه ألسُنَا

وطَرَّبَ آذاناً ورَفه ألسُنَا

And poetry is only that which captures souls,

Poetry is naught but what ensnares souls

delights ears, and gives ease to tongues.

Delights ears and graces tongues