بأبي وأُمّي مَنْ شمائلُهُ

رِيحُ الشّمالِ تَنَفَّسَتْ سَحَرا

By my father and mother, he whose attributes

The breeze of the north breathed at dawn,

وإذا امتطى قَلَماً أنامِلُهُ

سحرَ العُقولَ بهِ وما سَحَرا

And when he mounted a pen, his fingers

Bewitched minds with it, and it was no sorcery.