قَد رُضتُ نَفسِيَ حَتّى ذَلَّ جامِحُها

فَما أُصاحِبُ صَعبَ النَفسِ ما ريضا

I have indulged my soul until its unruliness bowed down

So I do not befriend those difficult to please though they assent

يا أَلسُناً كَسُيوفِ الهِندِ خِلقَتُها

مالي رَأَيتُكِ أَشبَهتِ المَقاريضا

O tongues created like Indian swords in their sharpness

Why have I seen you resemble scabbards?

إِنَّ الغُمودَ إِذا سُلَّت صَوارِمُها

قُلنَ اليَقينَ وَأَلغَينَ المَعاريضا

When its blades are drawn, the scabbard

Utters certainty and negates doubts