لَو أَنَّ قِدراً بَكَت مِن طولِ ما حُبِسَت

عَلى الحُفوفِ بَكَت قِدرُ اِبنِ جَيّارِ

If a pot could weep from being locked away

For so long on the shelves, the pot of Ibn Jayyar

ما مَسَّها دَسَمٌ مُذ فُضَّ مَعدِنُها

وَلا رَأَت بَعدَ عَهدِ القَينِ مِن نارِ

Would weep. No fat has touched it since its ore was cast,

Nor has it seen fire since the days of the oven stirrer.