لَهُ قَلَمٌ تَنقادُ بيضُ الظُبا لَهُ

وَإِن لَقَحَت حَربٌ وَزُرقُ اللَهازِمِ

He has a pen that white sheep follow

And if war erupts and defeat scatters

بِهِ عَرَفَ الأَقوامُ ما هُوَ كائِنٌ

وَما هُوَ جارٍ في نُفوسِ العَوالِمِ

Through it, people knew what will happen

And what is going on in people's minds

عَلا فَهوَ لِلآجالِ ألأَصدَقُ ناسِخٍ

وَناسٍ وَلِلأَرزاقِ أَعدَلُ قاسِمِ

It rose, so for eras, it's the truest editor

And for people and livelihoods, the fairest distributor

إِذا جالَ في القِرطاسِ ساقَطَ لُؤلُؤاً

يَزينُ بِهِ أَسلاكُهُ كُلُّ ناظِمِ

When it flows on paper, it drops pearls

With which it decorates its lines, every arranger

وَإِن ظَلَّ ساري الفِكرِ أَطلَعَ أَحرُفا

تُنيرُ النُهى مِنها بِسودٍ فَاحِمِ

And if his roaming mind stayed, it produced letters

That give light to morals with intense dark

دَعاهُ أُناسٌ تُرجُمانَ ضَميرُهُ

وَهَل لِبَليغٍ حاجَةٌ في النَواجِمِ

Some people called it the translator of his conscience

Does an eloquent person need the stars?