يا عائِبَ الحبرِ والأقلامِ ما قدّحّتْ

زِنادُ قولِكَ غيرَ الإفْكِ والكَذِبِ

O you who fault the ink and pens, nothing

The flint of your words has struck but lies and slander

لولا المَحابِرُ والأقلامُ لانطمَستْ

مِنَ الأنامِ رُسومُ العِلمِ والأدَبِ

Were it not for pens and scrolls, erased

Would be mankind's traces of knowledge and literature

هَذي قَليبُ القُلوبِ الصَّادِياتِ وذي

أرشاؤها يُستقى مِنها بلا تَعَبِ

Is their lifeblood, extracted without toil

Verily, the pens and scrolls are the noblest things

إنَّ المَحاِبرَ والأقلامَ أشرَفُ ما

يَعلو بهِ شَرفُ الأقدارِ والرُّتَبِ

By which is raised high honor and rank