My palate is pure prosody; almost every word I utter springs from the language itself,
and grammar is second nature to me—so what metrical foot could still shackle me? (1)
I said to him, “That is enough. By Allah, after this I shall never again deem any great thing beyond you.” From that time on he kept close to me and, through our sessions, acquired a share of letters that left him self-sufficient.
Ibn al-Qaysarānī relates: Hibat Allāh ibn Badīʿ, Abū ’l-Najm, signed an order for Ibn al-Khayyāṭ granting him one thousand dinars; he is the last poet in our age to receive a stipend of one thousand dinars.
Among Ibn al-Khayyāṭ’s verses in praise of Sadīd al-Mulk Abū ’l-Ḥasan ʿAlī ibn Muqallid ibn Naṣr ibn Munqidh (2) of Shayzar are these:
My certainty protects me from the sudden assaults of calamity,
and my resolve is the saddle-girth I tighten on noble mounts.
An army of determination will hasten to my aid; how often
have I with it subdued the very crisis that sought to subdue me.
Whoever has waged war against Time itself
has schooled his soul to wrestle with the nights, not with ranked battalions.
Not everyone who draws near his goal emerges victorious,
nor is the one far from his hope inevitably doomed to defeat.
Riches, by Allah, lie closer to me
than the space between my eye and my brow.