دَخِيْلٌ فِي الكِتَابَةِ لاَ رَوِيٌّ

لَهُ فِيْهَا يُعَدُّ وَلاَ بَدِيْهُ

He's unpolished in writing, no fluency,

No skill counted for him, nor any facility.

تَشَاكَلَ خَلْقُهُ والخُلْقُ مِنْهُ

فَبَاطِنُهُ وَظَاهِرُهُ شَبِيْهُ

His nature and creation are all of a kind,

His inward and outward self you'll find.

كَأَنَّ دَوَاتَهُ مِنْ رِيْقِ فِيْهِ

تُلاَقُ فَرِيْحُهَا رِيْحٌ كَرِيْهُ

It's as though his pens were dipped in spittle inside

Whose odor if wafted would be far from nice!