يا أَميرَ الذَّكاءِ يا بْنَ خُلَيْفٍ

يا أَميرَ الذَّكاءِ يا بْنَ خُلَيْفٍ

أَظْهَرَ الشعرُ في يَدَيْكَ اللُّصوصا

أَظْهَرَ الشعرُ في يَدَيْكَ اللُّصوصا

O prince of intelligence, O son of Khulayf,

O Prince of wit, O Ibn Khulayf's son

In your hands, poetry has exposed the thieves.

Poetry has revealed its thieves in your hands

فاقتطِعْ عَمْلَةَ الأَدِيبِ عُمَوماً

فاقتطِعْ عَمْلَةَ الأَدِيبِ عُمَوماً

وأَضِفْها إِلى عُلاَكَ خُصُوصَا

وأَضِفْها إِلى عُلاَكَ خُصُوصَا

So appropriate the man of letters’ work as a whole,

So take the poet's coin as your due

And add it specifically to your glory.

And add it specially to your glory

فَهْيَ إِنْ صَحَّ نَظْمُهَا بِكَ أَحْرَى

فَهْيَ إِنْ صَحَّ نَظْمُهَا بِكَ أَحْرَى

لا أَصابَ الثناءُ عنكَ مَحِيصا

لا أَصابَ الثناءُ عنكَ مَحِيصا

For, if its composition is sound, it is more fitting for you—

For if its verse is rendered right by you

May praise find no escape from you.

Praise cannot but to you redound, timelessly