وَأَقولُ إِن أَنا لَم أَفُه بِثَنائِكُم

ضاعَت لَكُم عِندي يَدٌ وَذِمامُ

If I do not comprehend your praise

You have lost to me a hand and a bridle

أَما أَنا وَيدُ اِبنِ مَنصورٍ مَعاً

فَكَما يُقالُ خَميلَةٌ وَغَمامُ

As for me and the hand of Ibn Mansur together

It is as though it is said a dove and a cloud

نِعَمٌ لَهُ خُضرٌ تَرَنَّمَ فَوقَها

شُكري كَما رَكِبَ الغُصونَ حَمامُ

Good fortune for him, green, over which cooed

My gratitude as pigeons alight on branches

حَسبي مِنَ الجَدوى وِدادُكَ وَحدَهُ

فَهُوَ الغِنى لا ما يَرى أَقوامُ

It suffices me of usefulness your love alone

For it is the riches not what people see