يُقَاسي الأديبُ الأَدِيمَ الذي

تَكادُ الجِبالُ لهُ تَخْضَعُ

The writer endures the eternal one who

The mountains almost bow to him

وَيبرُزُ في يومِ نَوْ روزهِ

فَما يَسْتَرِيحُ لهُ أَخْدَعُ

And he appears on the day of his enlightenment

So no eyelid rests for him

وَلوَ رامَ حَلَّ قَفَا نَفسهِ

لَمَا كانَ فيهِ لهُ مَوْضِعُ

And if he wanted to solve the knot of his soul

There would be no room in it for him

وأصْحابُهُ كُلُّ عَبْلِ الذِّراعِ

أَصَابِعُ راحتهِ أَذْرُعُ

And his friends, each the length of a forearm

Are fingers of his palm of hands

كَثيرُ مُداعَبةٍ لِلصَّدِيقِ

بِما تَحتَ جُمَّتهِ مَولَعُ

Much flirting with a friend

With what is under his shirt enthralled

فَليسَ لِراحتهِ حَابِسٌ

ولكنَّ صَاحِبَهُ الأَقْرَعُ

So there is no restrainer of his palm

But his bald friend