أترضى يا كروبُ بأن تسمَّى

عميد القوم في فن الدمارِ

Would you be pleased, O Crowe, to be called

The chief of the people in the art of destruction,

ويغضبك اتهامُك في الملاهي

ببغيٍ مورثٍ لك شرَّ عار

And be angered by the accusation in theaters

Of innate evil that brought you disgrace?

ذهبت ضحية الأقلام تبكي

عليك مدافعٌ ملء الديار

You fell victim to pens that weep for you,

With cannons filling the land in your defense,

وقُدِّرَ أن يكون كتاب راوٍ

أشد عليك من سيف ونار

And it was decreed that the book of a narrator

Would be harsher on you than sword and fire.

فما بلغ الورى منعاك إلا

وباتوا في اتعاظ واعتبار

Yet the world's prevention of you only led

To lessons learned and wisdom gained.

فخاراً دولة القلم المفدى

فأنت اليوم أولى بالفخار

So take pride, o state of the noble pen,

For today you are most deserving of pride.