لا زالَ أَحمَدُ في الوَرى مَحمودا

فَلَقَد كَساني جودُهُ المَوجودا

Ahmad is still praised among people

For his generosity has adorned me

خِلٌّ إِذا اِستَعرَضتُ جَوهَرَ خَطِّهِ

أَبصَرتُ مِنهُ قَلائِداً وَعُقودا

A sincere friend whose essence I reviewed

I saw necklaces and bracelets from him

لا ماتُهُ لَو مِلنَ كُنَّ سَوالِفاً

أَلِفاتِهِ لَو مِسنَ كُنَّ قُدودا

His companions, had they lived, would be :

chains to his friendship, ever bound

تُجلى عَلَيكَ رِقاعُهُ بِحُروفِهِ

فَتَخالُهُنَّ عَوالِياً وَخُدودا

His papers reveal themselves in his handwriting

I mistook them for rolling dunes

أَما الرِياضُ فَلَو بَدَت لِسُطورِهِ

لَتَوَهَّمَتها رَوضَها المَنضودا

As for poetry, if revealed in his lines

One would imagine it a well-tended garden

لَولا أَبو العَبّاسِ يُرخَصُ وَشَيُهُ

لَم أَكسُ شِعري مِن سِواهُ بُرُدوا

If not for Abu Al Abbaas permitting his talent

I would not have clothed my poetry in anything but coldness

مُتَفَرِّدٌ مُذ كانَ بِالأَدَبِ الَّذي

يُهدي إِلى الأَسماعِ مِنهُ فَريدا

Unique in literature since time began

Guiding to the ears from him something unmatched

وَمُهَذَّبٌ ما زالَ تاجُ فِخارُهُ

مُذ صيغَ فَوقَ جَبينِهِ مَعقودا

Refined, with the crown of his pride

Ever affixed above his forehead

تَبلى العُلومُ فَما اِكتَسى مِن بَزِّها

عادَ الَّذي قَد رَثَّ مِنهُ جَديدا

Knowledge decays, so whatever he gained of its luster

He returned anew, vigorously replenished

لا زالَ مَنشورُ العَلا مشن طَيِّهِ

أَبَداً عَلَيهِ مُطَنَّباً مَمدودا

The banner of his lofty knowledge still billowing

Forever vigorously waving above him