1. إذا السَّحابُ حَداه البرقُ مَجْنُونا

    وحَثَّ منه وَميضُ البرقِ شُؤْبُوبا

    When lightning drove the cloud onward in a frenzy,

    and the lightning’s flash urged a downpour from it,

  2. وحنَّ حتى أجابَ النَّبْتُ حَنَّتَه

    كأنه مذكِرٌ أشجانَها النِّيبا

    and it moaned until the plants answered its moaning,

    as though reminding aged she-camels of their sorrows;

  3. وحمَّلَ الريحَ حِمْلاً لا كِفاءَ له

    يُعيدُ مَنكبَه بالثِّقْلِ مَنكوبا

    and it burdened the wind with a load without equal,

    leaving its shoulder stricken beneath the weight;

  4. وسارَ جَحفلُه في الجوِّ وانتشرَتْ

    أعلامُه فحبَاها البرقُ تَذهيبا

    its host marched through the sky, and there unfurled

    its banners, which lightning graced with gilding.

  5. وخِيلَ بينَ ضِرامٍ ساطعٍ وَحَيَاً

    أبو الفوارسِ مَرجُوّاً ومَرهوبا

    And amid brilliant flame and life-giving rain there seemed to appear

    Abu al-Fawaris, both hoped for and feared.

  6. فجاد حَيّاً أُرَوِّي في زيارتهِم

    خوفاً وظّناً أوَرِّي عنه تغييبا

    So it watered a clan whose visiting I ponder

    in fear and doubt, speaking obliquely to conceal it,

  7. وإن حَمى البينُ عَذْبَاً من مواردِه

    إلا خيالاً يَزيدُ القلبَ تَعذيبا

    though separation bars me from sweet water at its springs,

    save a phantom that increases the heart’s torment.

  8. وربَّما جَنَّبتْ ريحُ الجنوبِ حَيَاً

    رَدَّ الجَوى فيه حتى عادَ مَربوبا

    Often the south wind has driven rain along

    that restored longing to my heart until it was nourished anew.

  9. وشبَّ لي في سوادِ الليل بارقُه

    فخِلْتُه في سوادِ القَلبِ مَشبوبا

    Its lightning flared before me in the darkness of night,

    and I thought it kindled in my heart’s dark core.

  10. أقولُ والرّيحُ تَثْني من أعنَّتِه

    على الثَّنيَّةِ هَلاَّ رُحْتَ مَسلوبا

    I say, while the wind draws back its reins

    at the mountain pass: “Why not depart stripped bare?”

  11. أرضٌ إذا نُسِجَتْ فيها مَطارِفُها

    زادَتْ لطيبِ الثَّرى أطرافُها طِيبا

    A land where, when its bordered robes are woven,

    their hems grow sweeter from its fragrant soil.

  12. لا تستغيثُ إلى الأنواءِ تُربتُها

    إذا استغاثَ إليها التَّرْبُ مَكروبا

    Its soil does not appeal to the rain-bringing stars

    when other soil, distressed, cries to them for help.

  13. دَساكِرٌ ورياضٌ حينَ ساعدَني

    دِينُ البَطالَةِ كانت لي محاريبا

    Villages and gardens that, when I was favored

    by the creed of leisure, were my sanctuaries.

  14. وما تَنَمَّرَ جِلبابُ الغَمامِ بِها

    إلا كسا الرَّوْضَ من نَهرٍ جَلابيبا

    Whenever the clouds’ mantle grew leopard-spotted there,

    it clothed the meadow in robes of river-water.

  15. كأنما الغيثُ مُرفَضّاً بعَقوتِها

    نُعْمى الأمير إذا رفضَّتْ شآبيبا

    As though the rain, streaming across its grounds,

    were the prince’s bounty spilling forth in downpours.

  16. الواهبِ النْفسِ للأرماحِ في نَشَبٍ

    يُعيدُهُ في طلابِ الحَمْدِ مَوهوبا

    He offers his life to the spears for wealth

    which, seeking praise, he makes a gift once more.

  17. بينا تراه وأسلابُ الملوكِ له

    رأيْتَه بسِجالِ العُرفِ مَسلوبا

    One moment you see him owning the spoils of kings;

    the next, bounty’s brimming buckets have stripped him bare.

  18. كالغيثِ يَبسِمُ للرُّوَّادِ بارِقُه

    وربّما عادَ في الأعداءِ أُلهُوبا

    Like rain, whose lightning smiles on pasture-seekers,

    yet sometimes he becomes a fierce blaze against his foes.

  19. أقامَ للرِّفدِ سُوقاً من مَكارِمِه

    يُضحي الثَّناءِ إليها الدَّهرَ مَجلوبا

    From his noble deeds he built a marketplace for giving,

    to which praise is brought for all time.

  20. ودَرَّتِ الجُودَ وَعْداً صادقاً يَدُه

    وكان ظَنّاً على الأيامِ مَكذوبا

    His hand poured forth generosity, a promise fulfilled,

    though it had been a hope that time belied.

  21. حِلمٌ ومَكرُمَةٌ ما دارَ بينَهما

    إلا أراكَ هِضابا أو أهاضيبا

    Forbearance and nobility—whenever he moves between them,

    he shows you mountain heights or torrential showers.

  22. يُقابلُ الخَصْمُ منه مَنْطِقاً ذَرِباً

    والقِرْنُ أزرقَ ماضي الحدِّ مَذْرُوبا

    An opponent meets in him sharp-edged speech,

    and a combat-rival, blue steel, keen-edged and whetted.

  23. أَغَرُّ لا تَخْضِبُ الصَّهباءُ راحتَه

    حتى يَرُدَّ القَنا رَيَّانَ مَخضوبا

    Radiant, his palm is not stained by tawny wine

    until he brings the spears back sated and bloodstained.

  24. أقولُ للمُبتغي إدراكَ سُؤددِهِ

    خَفِّضْ عليكَ فليسَ النجمُ مطلوبا

    I tell whoever seeks to attain his lordly rank:

    “Spare yourself: a star is not to be pursued.”

  25. إنْ تسألِ السِّلمَ تَسْلَمْ من صَوارِمِه

    أو تُؤثِرِ الحربَ تَرجِعْ عنه مَحروبا

    If you ask for peace, you are safe from his sharp swords;

    or choose war, and you come away from him despoiled.

  26. كم من جَبينٍ أنارَ السيفُ صفحتَه

    فعادَ طرْساً بحدِّ السَّيفِ مَكتوبا

    How many a brow’s surface has the sword lit up,

    till it became a parchment inscribed by the sword’s edge!

  27. وكم له في الوغى من طَعنةٍ قَتلتْ

    عِداه أو نَثرت رُمحاً أنا بيبا

    How many a thrust of his in battle has slain

    his foes, or scattered a spear in hollow segments!

  28. قومٌ إذا جَرَّدوا البيضَ الرِّقاقَ حَوْوا

    جُردَ الصَّواهلِ والبِيضَ الرَّعابيبا

    A people who, when they unsheathe their thin white swords, capture

    sleek, neighing steeds and fair, tender women.

  29. بَادون للعِز يَبدو ضَوءُ نارِهمُ

    لَيلاً إذا باتَ ضَوءُ البرقِ مَحجوبا

    They dwell in the desert for honor; their firelight shines

    at night, when the light of lightning remains veiled.

  30. يُعِدُّ من تَغِلبَ صِيداً غَطارِفةً

    أضحى مُغالِبُهُم في الحربِ مَغلوبا

    He musters proud, noble chiefs from Taghlib,

    whose challengers in war end vanquished.

  31. أرسَوا قِبَابَهمُ في البرِّ واتَّخذوا

    سُوراً عليه من الأرماحِ مَضروبا

    They anchored their domed tents in the open country and raised

    a wall around it, erected from spears.

  32. إليكَ وافَتْ بنا الآمالُ مُهدِيةً

    دُرّاً إلى لُجَجِ الأفكارِ مَنسوبا

    To you our hopes have brought us, offering

    pearls traced to the deep seas of thought.

  33. من كلِّ مخدومةِ الألفاظِ خادمةٍ

    على نَفاسَتِها الغُرَّ المَناجيبا

    Each a poem of well-tended words, yet itself serving,

    despite its preciousness, the radiant, nobly born.

  34. وكم لأفكارِنا من سِلْكِ قافيةٍ

    أصابَ دُرَّ مَساعٍ منك مَثقوبا

    How many a thread of rhyme our thoughts possess,

    that has found the pearls of your deeds already pierced!