نَظَرنا اِبنُ مَنظورٍ فَجاءَ كَأَنَّهُ

حُسامٌ جَلا الأَصداءَ عَنهُ صَياقِلُه

The son of Manzur looked, appearing as though

A polished sword that silenced the echoes around him.

أَغَرُّ كَضَوءِ البَدرِ يُعمِلُ رُمحَهُ

إِذا هُزَّ في الحَربِ العَوانِ عَواسِلُه

Whiter than moonlight, wielding his spear

When brandished in battle, undoing opposers.

يَداهُ يَدٌ سَيفٌ يَعاذُ بِعِزِّها

وَنَفّاحَةٌ يَغني بِها مَن يُواصِلُه

His hands, a sword and shielddependence;their glory

A companion with whom all who reach him sing praise.