قُلْ لِوَلِيِّ الدَّوْلةِ المُرْتَجَى
والمُتَّقَى في الجُودِ والباسِ
Say to the guardian of the aspired state,
The one feared for his generosity and valor,
فُزْتَ بِأَهْلِ الفَضْلِ حتَّى حَكَوْا
عندَكَ فَوْزَاً عند عَبَّاسِ
You have won the people of merit, so they told
Stories of your victory next to Abbas.
لاسِيَّما هذا الأَدِيبُ الّذي
أتَى مِنَ النَّظْمِ بأجْناسِ
Especially this literate one who
Came with poetry of various genres,
النَّابِهُ المُفْلِقُ في مَدْحِهِ
وهَجْوِهِ والجارِحُ الآسِي
The eloquent one splitting with his praise,
Satire, and wounding remarks,
لَمْ أَرَ مِنْ قبل وُقُوفِي عَلَى
ما قالَ نشَّاباً بِقِرْطاسِ
I have not seen before my standing upon
What he said youthfully with paper,
وَنَخْلَةٍ تَشْكُرُ جَدْواكَ مِنْ
أَصْلٍ ومِنْ فَرْعٍ ومِنْ راسِ
And a palm tree thanking your rain
From its roots, branches, and head,
شاهِقَةٍ مِنْ دُونِ مِصْرٍ تُرَى
وهيَ حَوَالَيْ دَرْبِ دَوَّاسِ
Towering without Egypt in sight
While it surrounds the path of crossers,
وَرُقْعَةُ الشِّطْرَنْجِ ثُمَّ انْتَهَى
ولَمْ أكُنْ لِلفَضلِ بالنّاسِي
And the chessboard piece then ended
And I was not forgetful of merit among people
حالِيَةٌ عامِرَةٌ شُبِّهَتْ
بَيادِقُ فيها بأَفْراسِ
An inhabited station likened
To meadows in it with horses
فَقُلْ لنا مَنْ ذا الأَدِيبُ الّذي
زادَ بهِ حُبِّي وَوَسْواسِي
So tell us who is this literate one
Who increased my love and obsession
إن كانَ مِثلِي مَغربِيّاً فمَا
في صُحْبَةِ الأَجْناسِ مِنْ باسِ
If he is like me a Maghrebi then what
Is wrong with the company of different kinds
وَإنَّ مِثْلِي عِندَهْ اليَوْمَ كال
صَخْرَةِ عندَ الجَبلِ الراسِي
And the likes of me are to him today like
The boulder next to the steady mountain
وبَيْنَ دارَيْنا كما بينَنا
وأَيْنَ مُرَّاكِشُ منْ فاسِ
And between our two homes is like between us
And where is Marrakesh from Fez
وإنْ يُكَذِّب نِسبَتِي جِئْتُهُ
بِجُبَّتي الصُّوف وَدَفَّاسِي
And if he doubts my origin I came to him
With my woolen jubba and sandals
وإن يَجِد في لُغَتي رِيبَةً
أَكتم نبا نازَعْتُ إِفْلاسِي
And if he finds fault in my language
I’ll be silent for poverty contested my eloquence