قلم به الاقليم أَصبح في حمى

بشباته صرف الحوادث يُصرَف

The pen has become feverish in the region

With its youth dispensing events as they are dispensed

ولئن تقاصرَ قدّه فلقدِّه

ظلّت له الأسل الطِّوال تقصَّف

And if its supply has been shortened, yet for it

The long nights remain sleepless

هل تغنينَّ المرهفات غناءه

وصليلها لصريره يستضعف

Will the sensitive ones sing its song?

And will their tinkling be too weak for its rustling?

حَكَت الظُّبا والسمر فعلا منه لو

لاه لعطِّلَ صَارمٌ ومُثَقّف

It has related tales of wolf and doe that if not for it

A blade would be idle and a pen blunt

طعن كمثلِ النقط منضافٌ إِلى

ضَربٍ كما شُكِلَت بنقط أَحرف

Its stab is layers upon

Layers as letters formed of dots

كلٌ يتيهُ بأن حوى شبهاً له

فانظر إِلى المحكي فهو الأشرف

Each lost as to the likeness held

So look to the narrative, it is most noble

يكفيه فخراً أنّ كلَّ مقدَّرٍ

يجري بما قد خطّه ويصرِّف

It suffices as pride that every fate

Flows by what it has inscribed and dispensed