أطرف بقدركَ لولا أنها عبرت

ولا يلاحظها نارٌ ولا دسمُ

Your pot is as radiant as the full moon

I marvel at your pot, were it not cast aside,

Were it not obscured by clouds and darkness

Unnoticed by the fire, by grease unverified.

تاهت على قدرها إذ إذنُها سلمَت

وما تعاورَها الولدانُ والخدَمُ

Unnoticed, it quietly boils away

It grew haughty in its rank, its handles safe and sound,

Untended by servants busy with other tasks

For neither slave nor servant ever passed it round.

يضيءُ أسفلُها في كلّ نائبةٍ

إذا تدنّستِ السكينُ والبُرَم

Its base glows steadily in the hearth

Its bottom shines radiant in every darkened hour,

When knives and pans have lost their gleam

When knives and cooking vessels are stained by soot and sour.

كأنّها البدرُ لولا حال وجنتهِ

وما بِقدرِكَ لا خالٌ ولا وصمُ

As though it were the moon but for its veil

It is the full moon's likeness, save for the lunar cheek,

Your pot bears no stain or blemish or mar

For on your pot no blemish nor a dark mole can one seek.

لو أنّ عرضكَ في تنظير قدرِكَ ما

داناكَ في المجدِ لا كعبٌ ولا هرمُ

If your repute matched the sheen of your pot

If your honor were analogous to your pot's pure hue,

None could surpass your glory, however grand

In glory, neither Ka'b nor Harim could rival you.