تبرَّعَ تاجُ الدين لي بنوالهِ

كوردٍ أفاد الرِيَّ قبل ورودهِ

Taj al-Din gifted me with his poem

Of rhymed prose that benefited before its creation

تُطالبني غُرُّ القوافي بمدحهِ

كأنَّ القوافي أصبحت من جنودهِ

The whims of rhyme call on me to praise it

As if rhyme itself enlisted in its army

فأُمسكُ لا بخلاً عليه بحقِّهِ

ولكنهُ واللّهِ رفْقٌ بجودهِ

Yet I refrain, not from stinginess over what's due

But truly, by God, to spare his generosity