أيا من ليس يُرضيه مديحٌ

وعفوُ الشتم عنه له كثيرُ

O you who is not satisfied with praise

And forgiving insults is too much for him

أجِدَّك لا ترى في الشعر كُفؤاً

لمجدك أين جار بك المسيرُ

I find you do not see poetry as worthy

Of your glory, who can compete with you?

كأنك قد حللت من المعالي

بحيث الشمس والقمر المنيرُ

As if you have descended from the highest heights

Like the radiant sun and moon

فإن الله أعلى منك جِدّاً

ويرضِيه من الحمد اليسيرُ

For God is far higher than you

And He is satisfied with little praise