غِياثُ بنُ جارودَ في نَفسِهِ

دَنِيٌّ وَضيعٌ وَفي هِمَّتِه

Ghiyath ibn Jarud in himself

Is lowly and worthless, though in his ambition

شُيَيخٌ نَطيبُ بِهِ دائِماً

وَنَقتَبِسُ الضَحِكَ مِن قَبسَتِه

An old man, always cheerful of mind

And we glean laughter from his jest

يَجيءُ بِشَعرٍ كَشَعرِ اِستِهِ

وَإِلّا كَما طالَ مِن شِعرَتِه

He comes up with poetry like his poetry

Unless it grows long like his beard

وَلَو لَم يَكُن أَحَمقاً لَم يَكُن

لَيَذكُرَ ما لَيسَ مِن صَنعَتِه

And if he were not a fool, he would not

Mention what is not of his making