ومدَّعٍ بصراً بالشعرِ قلتُ له

والقولُ قولان مألوفٌ ومبتدَعُ

I said to one who claimed insight into poetry,

Words are of two kinds, trite or ingeniously wrought.

ما يبصرُ الشعرَ إلا من له بَصَرٌ

في قلبه ليس في عينيه يا لُكَعُ

None can perceive poetry but one whose heart's sight

Sees not with eyes that stare out vacantly.