يُقَاسي الأديبُ الأَدِيمَ الذي

يُقَاسي الأديبُ الأَدِيمَ الذي

تَكادُ الجِبالُ لهُ تَخْضَعُ

تَكادُ الجِبالُ لهُ تَخْضَعُ

The man of letters endures the hide before which

The writer endures the eternal one who

Even the mountains nearly bow.

The mountains almost bow to him

وَيبرُزُ في يومِ نَوْ روزهِ

وَيبرُزُ في يومِ نَوْ روزهِ

فَما يَسْتَرِيحُ لهُ أَخْدَعُ

فَما يَسْتَرِيحُ لهُ أَخْدَعُ

And he comes forth on his Nowruz day,

And he appears on the day of his enlightenment

So no vein in his neck finds rest.

So no eyelid rests for him

وَلوَ رامَ حَلَّ قَفَا نَفسهِ

وَلوَ رامَ حَلَّ قَفَا نَفسهِ

لَمَا كانَ فيهِ لهُ مَوْضِعُ

لَمَا كانَ فيهِ لهُ مَوْضِعُ

And were he to seek lodging on his own nape,

And if he wanted to solve the knot of his soul

There would be no room there for him.

There would be no room in it for him

وأصْحابُهُ كُلُّ عَبْلِ الذِّراعِ

وأصْحابُهُ كُلُّ عَبْلِ الذِّراعِ

أَصَابِعُ راحتهِ أَذْرُعُ

أَصَابِعُ راحتهِ أَذْرُعُ

And his companions are all stout-armed men;

And his friends, each the length of a forearm

The fingers of each man's palm are arms.

Are fingers of his palm of hands

كَثيرُ مُداعَبةٍ لِلصَّدِيقِ

كَثيرُ مُداعَبةٍ لِلصَّدِيقِ

بِما تَحتَ جُمَّتهِ مَولَعُ

بِما تَحتَ جُمَّتهِ مَولَعُ

Each is much given to teasing his friend,

Much flirting with a friend

Obsessed with what lies beneath his locks.

With what is under his shirt enthralled

فَليسَ لِراحتهِ حَابِسٌ

فَليسَ لِراحتهِ حَابِسٌ

ولكنَّ صَاحِبَهُ الأَقْرَعُ

ولكنَّ صَاحِبَهُ الأَقْرَعُ

So nothing restrains his palm,

So there is no restrainer of his palm

But his companion is the bald one.

But his bald friend