قَد أَقبَلَ المَنثورُ يا سَيِّدي

كَالدُرِّ وَالياقوتِ في نَظمِهِ

My scattered prose has arrived to you, my master

Like pearls and rubies woven as verse

ثَناكَ لازالَ كَأَنفاسِهِ

وَمُخُّ مَن يَشنوكَ مِثلُ اِسمِهِ

I still praise you as I praise my own breath

And curse those who slander you as I curse their names