1. يَبْدُو مُنِيفاً عَلَى هَامِ الرِّجَالِ كَمَا

    يَبْدُو مُنِيفاً عَلَى هَامِ الرُّبَى عَلَمُ

    He towers above the heads of men, as

    A mountain towers above the crests of hills.

  2. مُجَلَّلاً هَمُّهُ بِالشَّيْبِ لِمتَهُ

    وَقَدْ تَشِيبُ بِأَدْنَى هَمهِ اللِّمَمُ

    His locks are cloaked in gray by his worry,

    And the slightest of his cares can turn locks gray.

  3. وَلِلْخُطُوطِ عِراضاً فَوْقَ جَبْهَتِهِ

    شِبْهُ المَدَارِجِ قَدْ حُفَّتْ بِهَا القِمَمُ

    And the broad lines across his forehead

    Resemble terraces encircling the peaks.

  4. عَيْنَاهُ كَالكَوْكَبَيْنِ السَّاطِعَيْنِ زَهَا

    سَنَاهُمَا بِسَنىً لِلْفِكْرِ يَضْطَرِمُ

    His eyes are like two shining stars; brightly shines

    Their radiance, with the blazing light of thought.

  5. وَمَا الْغُضُونُ تَدَلَّى عَارِضَاهُ بِهَا

    إِلاَّ الشُّجُونُ جَلا أَشْبَاحَهَا الأَدَمُ

    And the wrinkles with which his cheeks sag are nothing

    But sorrows whose forms his skin has revealed.

  6. إِنْ تَقْتَرِبْ شَفَتَاهُ وَالزَّمَانُ رِضىً

    تَرَقْرَقَتْ مِنْهُمَا الآيَاتُ وَالْحِكَمُ

    If his lips draw close in a time of contentment,

    Verses and wise sayings ripple forth from them.

  7. وَإِنْ يُفَرِّجْهُمَا فِي مَوْقِفٍ غَضَبٌ

    رَاعَتْكَ فُوَّهَةُ البُرْكَانِ وَالْحِمَمُ

    And if anger parts them in some circumstance,

    The volcano's mouth and lava fill you with dread.

  8. بَيْنَ الصِّلابِ الْحَوَانِي مِنْ أَضَالِعِهِ

    قَلْبٌ كَبِيرٌ لِرَيْبِ الدَّهْرِ لا يَجِمُ

    Between his firm, arching ribs

    Lies a great heart, never dismayed by time's calamities.

  9. يَلِينُ رِفقاً فَإِنْ جَافَى وَصُكَّ بِهِ

    صَرفُ الزَّمَانِ تَوَلَّى وَهْوَ مُنْهَشِمُ

    It softens in kindness; but if it hardens and against it is dashed

    Time's adversity, that adversity retreats, shattered.

  10. مُتَمَّمُ الأَسْرِ رَحْبُ الصَّدْرِ بَارِزُهُ

    مَقَوَّمُ الأَزْرِ طَاوِي الْكَشْحِ مُنْهَضِمُ

    Well-built, broad and prominent of chest,

    Straight-backed, lean-flanked, and slender.

  11. فَيَا لَهُ هَيْكَلاً مِلْءَ الْعُيُونِ سَطَا

    بِهِ الرَّدَى فَاحْتَوَتْهُ دُونَهَا الحرمُ

    Ah, what a mighty frame, filling the eyes! He was assailed

    By death; the sanctuaries enclosed him, hidden from those eyes.