تدبر أيها الحبرُ اللبيبُ

أموراً قالها الفطنُ المصيبُ

Reflect, O wise scribe,

On matters spoken by the discerning sage,

وحقِّق ما رمى لك من معانٍ

حواها لفظُه العذبُ العجيب

And comprehend the meanings he intended for you,

Encased in his sweet, wondrous words.

ولا تنظره في الكوان تشقى

ويتعب جسمُك الفَذّ الغريب

Do not let him suffer in his elements,

As your sublime, strange body grows weary.

إذا ما كنت نسختها فما لي

أروم البعد والمعنى قريب

Now that you have transcribed him, why should I

Yearn for distance when meaning lies close?