لا سِفرَ هَذا السفر إِن صارَ ملك مَن

مَكارمُه أَندى وَأَجدى مِن السُحبِ

This journey was not traveled if he whose

Virtues are more brilliant and useful than clouds

وَتاهَ عَلى الأَسفارِ زَهواً وَنَخوَةً

وَانشر زَهواً وَافتخاراً عَلى الكُتبِ

Lost himself in travels out of vainglory and arrogance

And spread vainglory and boasting in books

لَقَد جَلَّ قَدري إِذ بَلَغتُ بِهمَّتي

سَماءَ المَعالي وَاِنتَقَلتُ إِلى الشُهبِ

Indeed my worth has become great when with my ambition

I reached the sky of glory and ascended to meteors

إِلى العالَم العُلويِّ سَعدي مُصعِّد

أُناجي إِماماً خَصَّني مِنهُ بِالقُربِ

To the highest world my good fortune lifts me

I whisper to the Imam who honored me with nearness

تَفرَّستُ أَن لَو كانَ في عَصرِهِ أَبو

فِراسٍ ثَنى شعري إِلى جُودِهِ الرَّحبِ

I guessed that if Abu Firas in his time

Praised my poetry to his vast generosity

فَكانَ شهابُ الدينِ يُعليهِ رُتبةً

يَصير بِها مَلكاً عَلى جِنسِهِ العُربِ

Shahab al-Din would give him a rank

By which he would become king of his fellow Arabs

وَإِن كانَ قَد أَودى فَإِنَّ بذكره

لَهُ شَرَفاً يَبقى عَلى غابِرِ الحقبِ

And if he passed away, still the mention of him

Has for him an honor that remains across eras

كَريم لَهُ في كُل قُطرٍ مَكارِم

مِن الفَضل قَد عَمَّت وَمرَّت إِلى الغَربِ

He has noble deeds in every place

Of virtue that have spread and extended to the West

فَأَحيت أَبا حَيّان مِن بَعد ميتَةٍ

وَأَروَتهُ ظَمآناً مِن البارد العَذبِ

So I revived Abu Hayyan after a death

And quenched his thirst with fresh, cool water