لما رأيت الشعر أصبح خاملاً

نبَّهتُهُ بفتىً أغرَّ صريحِ

When I saw poetry becoming dormant

I revived it with an outspoken youth

لم أمتدحْه لخَلَّةٍ أبصرتُها

في مجده فسددتها بمديحِ

I did not praise him for a quality I saw

In his glory, but rather guided it with praise