I came across these lines of poetry on the title page of a manuscript of Zubtadul Mukhtassaraat fi Sharh al-Waraqaat. I first heard these lines of poetry from a recording of Shaykh ‘Umar Fulaatah’s رحمه الله Sharh of Saheeh Muslim when speaking about the marriage of Fatimah bint Qays and Usaamah bin Zayd رضي الله عنهم and how discrimination based on lineage is baseless given that we are all children of Aadam and Hawaa.
I’m not translating the poem here, just alluding to the meaning. The poetry basically states that in terms of their creation, people are essentially the same: their father is Aadam and their mother is Hawaa. And if they have some notability in their lineage that they’re proud of, then they were all created from clay and truly pride is only for the people of knowledge because of their clear guidance. Those who have understanding have the light of knowledge in their ways. This is because knowledge enriches life