1. دَعي الوَردَ يَذبل ما أنا بمقيمِ

    وميلي لشِعري وردةً لنسيمِ

    Let the rose wither; I am not here to stay.

    And incline toward my poetry as a rose toward a breeze.

  2. أخَذتُ لِنَفسي لونَه وأَريجَهُ

    ونثَّرتهُ حَولي وحولَ نديمي

    I took its color and fragrance for myself,

    And scattered it around me and around my boon companion.

  3. أَتوقُ إِلى الوردِ الذي تحملينَهُ

    على وجنةٍ ريّا بماءِ نعيم

    I yearn for the rose you bear

    Upon a cheek moist with the water of bliss.

  4. ففي نَفحةٍ منهُ أرى الأرضَ جنّةً

    وتخمدُ في الأضلاعِ نارُ جَحيم

    For in a waft of its fragrance I see the earth as paradise,

    And within my ribs the fire of hell dies down.

  5. هَبيها لِمن أضنَتهُ آلامُ جرحهِ

    فما كلُّ جرحٍ مثلهُ بأليم

    Give it to him whom the pains of his wound have exhausted,

    For not every wound is as painful as his.

  6. شقاءُ الفتى من فِكرهِ وشعورهِ

    فأعظِم ببَلوى شاعرٍ وحكيم

    A young man's suffering springs from his thought and feeling;

    How great, then, the ordeal of a poet and a sage!

  7. شقيتُ بعبءٍ ماخُلِقتُ لحملِهِ

    فكم بدميمٍ جاءني وذميم

    I suffered under a burden I was not created to bear;

    And how many ugly and vile men have come to me!

  8. إذا شَغَلَ الإنسانُ غيرَ محلِّهِ

    يضلُّ بليلٍ في الشقاءِ بَهيم

    When a person occupies a place not his own,

    He goes astray in misery, in a pitch-black night.

  9. لعمرُكَ إنّ العَقلَ في الجهلِ ضائعٌ

    كما ضاعَ ماءُ المزنِ فوقَ هشيم

    By your life, reason is lost amid ignorance,

    As the water of rainclouds is wasted upon dry stubble.

  10. على الحرِّ أن يوفي الجميعَ ولا يرى

    وفيّاً وان يُبلى بألفِ غريم

    The freeborn man must give everyone their due, yet find

    None faithful, and be beset by a thousand adversaries.

  11. وكل مَليحٍ للقبيحِ ضحيَّةٌ

    ومن حلمِ أهلِ الخيرِ فتكُ زنيمي

    And every fair one is a victim of the foul;

    And my baseborn scoundrel's violence comes from good people's forbearance.

  12. فلا بُلي الأحرارُ من كلِّ أُمةٍ

    بجيرةِ عِلجٍ وائتمانِ لئيم

    May freeborn men of every nation never be afflicted

    By living beside a barbarian and trusting a vile man.

  13. ولا خيرَ في القومِ الألى أنا بينَهم

    كَثَوب غريبٍ أو كمالِ يتيم

    And there is no good in the people among whom I live,

    Like a stranger's robe or an orphan's wealth.

  14. لهم وَلعٌ بالظّلمِ من طَبعِهم كما

    لهم طمعٌ في الحلمِ عندَ حليم

    They delight in injustice by nature, just as

    They covet the forbearance of a forbearing man.

  15. فهم بينَ أشرارٍ وبلهٍ تقاسموا

    حماقةَ مجنونٍ وغَدرَ أثيم

    So, a mix of villains and fools, they have shared among themselves

    A madman's folly and a sinner's treachery.

  16. لقد أحرَجَت منا القرودُ أُسودَنا

    وقد لبسَ الصّعلوكُ ثوبَ زعيم

    Indeed, the monkeys among us have cornered our lions,

    And the pauper has donned a leader's robe.

  17. ألا فاسمَعي الشّكوى فكلٌّ كريمةٍ

    شَعورٌ بما يَلقاهُ كلُّ كريم

    Come, listen to my complaint, for every noble woman

    Feels what every noble man endures.

  18. وإن تهزئي بالعلجِ والجلفِ أنعمي

    على عربيٍّ من ذويكِ صميم

    And if you jeer at the barbarian and the boor, bestow your favor

    On a true Arab of your own kin.

  19. وقُولي لهُ سِر بينَهم ساخراً بهم

    فكلُّ عظيمٍ طامعٌ بعظيم

    And tell him: go among them, mocking them,

    For every great one yearns for another great one.