يَاِبنَ البَخيلَةِ خَلِّ عَن ذِكرى

يَاِبنَ البَخيلَةِ خَلِّ عَن ذِكرى

إِيّاكَ يَبلُغُ ما جَرى شِعري

إِيّاكَ يَبلُغُ ما جَرى شِعري

O son of the miserly woman, stop mentioning me.

O son of the miserly woman, leave off mentioning me

It is you my verse reaches whenever it flows;

It is you that my poetry reaches

فَتَصُكُّ عِرضَكَ كُلُّ قافِيَةٍ

فَتَصُكُّ عِرضَكَ كُلُّ قافِيَةٍ

مِنّي بِما يَحذو لَها فِكري

مِنّي بِما يَحذو لَها فِكري

So every rhyme strikes your honor—

So you besmirch your honor with every rhyme

From me, with what my mind fashions for it.

From me with what my mind composes

إِيّاكَ تَطمَعُ في مُقاوَمَتي

إِيّاكَ تَطمَعُ في مُقاوَمَتي

فَالزاغُ لَيسَ يُقاسُ بِالصَقرِ

فَالزاغُ لَيسَ يُقاسُ بِالصَقرِ

Beware of hoping to contend with me;

It is you who aspires to resist me

For a crow is not to be compared with a falcon.

Yet the raven cannot be compared to the falcon