قَضَى الأَدِيبُ الَّذِي تُسْتَنُّ سُنَّتُهُ

وَرَسْمُهُ فِي ضُرُوبِ الْقَوْلِ يُرْتَسَمُ

The scholar whose ways and literary styles are exemplary,

The master of eloquence whose works shine like stars,

رَبُّ الْبَلاغِ الَّذِي كَانَتْ رَوَائِعُهُ

هِيَ النُّجُومُ الَّتِي تَهْدِي أَوِ الرَّجُلُ

Guiding people as would a towering lighthouse,

Has passed away. His hand moved the pen across the page

يَخُطُّهَا وَكَأَنَّ اللَّوْحَ فِي يَدِهِ

يُصَرِّفُ فِيمَا يَرْسُمُ الْقَلَمُ

As inspiration poured from his inkpot like burning embers.

Whether expounding knowledge or literary grace,

يَفْتَرُّ عَنْ وَحْيِهِ فِيهَا المِدَادُ كَمَا

يُذْكَى فَيَفْتَرُّ عَنْ نُورٍ بِهِ الْفَحْمُ

His ideas were original and his words harmonious.

He was an ocean of knowledge, unfathomed,

فَإِنْ تَرَسَّلَ فِي عِلْمٍ وَفي أَدَبٍ

فَالْفِكْرُ مُبْتَكَرٌ وَاللَّفْظُ مُنْسَجِمُ

With pearls beyond count in its depth.

Minds thrive on his overflowing springs,

بَحْرٌ مِنَ الْعِلْمِ لَمْ تُذْخَرْ جَوَاهِرُهُ

وَلَمْ تَحُلْ دُونَها الشُّطْآنُ وَالأَكَمُ

As fields thrive, watered by ample rain.

His works are richly decorated anthologies,

تَزْهُو الْعُقُولُ بِرَشْحٍ مِنْ نَدَاهُ كَمَا

تَزْهُو الحُقُولُ سَقَاهَا الْعَارِضُ الرَّذِمُ

Stamping mastery in every art.

His prose delights by its subtlety, dispelling cares and sorrow.

يُهْدِي الْفُصُولَ مُوَشَّاةً مُدَبِّجَةً

بِكُلِّ فَنٍّ مِنَ الإِبْدَاعِ تَتَّسِمُ

وَلِلَّطَّائِفِ فِي أَثْنَائِهَا خِلَسٌ

يُجْلَى بِإِيمَاضِهَا التَّقْطِيبُ وَالْقَتَمُ