والشعر يبدي عطفَه ويهزَّني

سيف القريض ورمحُه الدَّعاسا

His poetry shows its affection, shaking me,

The sword of his verse and its piercing spear,

من طرقت عنه صروفُ زمانهِ

سمعاً أزلَّ وحيه نهَّاسا

From one whose times have turned away from him,

I heard his eternal revelation clamorously.

يسري إلى مَلكِ تهلَّل وجههُ

شمساً وراحتُه ندى رجَّاسا

It flows to the king whose face is lit with joy,

A sun, and its comfort is a pouring rain.

ترمي مع الأقدارِ رميَ مؤيدٍ

جُعلت لأسهمِ رأيه أقواسا

It shoots with the fates an empowered shot,

His opinions were made bows for its arrows.

قد عاورت عينُ الزمانِ وأُذنُه

ما تسأمُ الإيناسَ والإنجاسا

It mingled with the eye and ear of time,

Never tiring of intimacy and whispering.

وكتيبةِ مكتوبةٍ بفوارسِ

يلقونَ لاكَشفاً ولا أنكاسا

And a written legion of horsemen

Who show no fear or drawing back.

فإذا تفهمت الجيوشُ كتابه

دانت لمن راض الأمورَ وساسا

When armies understand his book,

They submit to one who tamed affairs and established them.

وكأنَّما النقعُ المثارُ دُجنَّةٌ

تقد الأسنَّةُ منهمُ أقباسا

As if the aroused lances are an impenetrable darkness

Their tips emitting sparks from them.

وكأنَّما غُررُ الجيادِ أهلَّةٌ

يقطعن من هنواته أغلاسا

As if the steeds' charges are adorned troops

Crossing from his meadows in detachments.

وتخاله سلَّ المجرَّةَ سيفُهُ

وتحَّرك العيَّوقُ فيه لباسا

You'd think his sword dragged the galaxy's train,

And destiny was set in motion in it as clothing.