1. أَرى دَهري تَفَضَّلَ واستِفادا

    بِنابِغَة نَسيَت بِهِ زِيادا

    I see my age has bestowed favor and gained benefit,

    Through a genius who made me forget Ziyad.

  2. وَلما أَن مَضى عَنّا زِياد

    لَنظم الشعر عَوَّضَنا زِنادا

    And when Ziyad passed from among us,

    For composing poetry, it gave us fire-strikers in his place.

  3. وَحينَ أَتاكَ ذاكَ أَفادَ هَذا

    فَأَنسى مَن أَتاكَ لمن أَفادا

    And while that one came to you, this one gave,

    Making those he benefited forget the one who came to you.

  4. وَما أَعني سِواكَ أَبا عَليِّ

    فَكُن حَيثُ اشتُهيتَ تَكُن مُرادا

    And I mean none but you, Abu Ali.

    So be where you are desired; you will be sought after.

  5. لَقَد حَلَّت قَصائِدُكَ المَعالي

    صنوف الفَخرِ مَثنى أَو فُرادى

    Your poems have indeed adorned lofty virtues

    With kinds of glory, in pairs or singly.

  6. فَإِن أَغزلت كُنتَ لَها وِشاحاً

    وَإِن أَجزَلت كُنتَ لَها نجادا

    If you compose love verse, you are their jeweled sash,

    And if you compose stately verse, you are their sword-belt.

  7. بهرن فَلو تَبَين عَلى حُسودٍ

    لَقالَ بِغَيرِ شَهوَتِهِ أَجادا

    They dazzled; were they to appear before an envious man,

    He would say against his inclination, "He has excelled!"

  8. سمت بِكَ هِمَّة لَم تَرضَ حَتّى

    غَدا فَلكَ النُجومُ لَها جَوادا

    An ambition bore you aloft, unsatisfied until

    The sphere of the stars became its steed.

  9. يَكون لَها الهِلال اليوم نَعلاً

    وَفي عَشرٍ يَكون لَها بِدادا

    Today the crescent moon serves it as a horseshoe,

    And in ten days becomes its saddle-padding.

  10. أَتاني عَنك ذكر لَو تَمادى

    إِلى الأَمواتِ كانَ لَها معادا

    Praise of you reached me; were it to travel onward

    To the dead, it would be their resurrection.

  11. ثَناءٌ أَم ثَنايا أَقحوانٍ

    تَبَسَّم غِبَّ أَدمعها فَزادا

    Is it praise, or a chrysanthemum's front teeth,

    Smiling after its tears, and growing lovelier still?

  12. حَظيت بِهِ فكنت هُناك قُسّاً

    وَكانَ الناس كلهم إِيادا

    I was favored with it, and there I was Quss,

    And all the people were Iyad.

  13. بَعَثتُ إِلَيكَ في ميدان طِرسي

    مِنَ الأَلفاظِ مضمرة جِيادا

    I sent you, on the racecourse of my page,

    Fleet, well-conditioned steeds made of words.

  14. وَلَو اسطيع كانَ بَياض عيني

    لَها طَرساً وأسودها مِدادا

    And if I could, the white of my eye would be

    Their page, and its black their ink.

  15. وَقَد أَسَّستَ مكرمة فَشيد

    فَمثلك من إِذا أَبدى أَعادا

    And you have laid a noble favor's foundation; build it high,

    For one like you, once he gives, gives again.