1. Neither rancor nor envy is the wine of my sorrows,
The poet molded from God's essence chirped.

2. I watered the sorrows of my heart from his clay jug,
So sorrow got drunk from what it fermented and believed.

3. And worries know how my liver chose it,
And how the embers of anguish honored the liver.

4. Yes, the gift! And it suffices me that it was immersed,
Tearing apart the scent from my wound, hand and hand.

5. O you who insisted on my heart to tear it apart,
Insist on it the wine and honey from it.

6. It lasted and lingered, blond and expensive,
Disposition in the soft, the scent and beauty.

7. I have forgiveness from the handsome to pour it
As a scent on everyone who hurt me and envied me.

8. I forgave those who were persecuted by my tears
And I went to cry for those who transgress and persecute.

9. The harvesters of worldly glee, if they had not
Reaped what they yesterday sowed, they would not have harvested.

10. I thirsted, and the sun generously and proudly,
I walked away, and the sun does not blame or respond.

11. Perhaps it raised some of the agony of my heart,
So the sun sobbed for what I complain and find.

12. For poetry and the sun this universe has no number,
Tyranny over light in the world has no number.

13. We swore by the glorious and its crowds,
That honor and hunting would not leave us.

14. If the abodes of misfortunes roared with their tremors,
The generous had patience with adversity and endured.

15. And a people narrowed with my poetry and procession,
In the procession of the sun, envy and gravel are ashamed.

16. Injustice makes excuses in disgust,
As if from the disgrace of humiliation they did not find.

17. The blamers of honors did not praise,
And the desirers of tyranny did not commend.

18. The sellers near the glorious and their pimps,
And the peddlers, without their disgrace they would have languished.

19. If the spoils appeared while safe,
They leapt, and if the fire of turmoil subsided, they abated.

20. When the dawn of victory shone after gloom,
And some of the hitting the singles swordsman landed.

21. The brave folded his silence over his heroism,
And the she-camel roared and lionized payment.

22. I poured my sorrows into the cup, so my hand shakes
From the burden of what the cup carried.

23. Where are the returning of my people and what they stormed
Of conquests and what they dissolved and tied?

24. I ransom the graves that hope revolved around them,
Oh the graves have become hoped for and sought after.

25. And I have graves in the desolate desert,
That are not visited nor does anyone know them.

26. The perishing, and no water or flowers,
And the forsaken, no vengeance or firewood.

27. The lids of ordinariness white greedy,
If they had not found the sun of morning, they would have been stagnant.

28. I only knew hatred in their battlefields,
And I did not accept excuses before them from those who envied.

29. Those graves, while my heart does not narrow towards them,
The plains and highlands narrowed due to their crowdedness.

30. The hunting grounds of game from my people, so every soil
Is Badr, and every desolate leather is one.

31. If Saad Al-Laah knew what misfortunes I conjured,
The Najdi knight would have avoided me.

32. And if Hashim knew my sorrow, he would have guided me
And repelled from me the carriage driver the mule.

33. My loved ones, the hunt - death paralyzed their flock,
And I yearned for the roses they frequented.

34. The travelers of the highlands, I feared them,
And the invaders though they did not aim for the sun.

35. Death denied sanctity and passion towards them,
And for wishes the path is easy, always renewing.

36. Perhaps from the toil of the opening they descended
From the ships above the sands and took shelter.

37. Perhaps it is the slumber of the cupbearer, so if
Their eyelids were watered from the milks of the urns, they would wake up.

38. Be gentle, O misfortunes of fate, and settle down
Do not disturb the sleep in the eyelids of those who slumbered.

39. And beware that you rouse from their lairs,
They did not die of baseness, but they slept.

40. Their glory protects them from the threats of people,
As if from the majesty of glory they did not lose.

41. The wait of the taverns in their garrisons is long,
Don't their horsemen, the Najdis, have mercy?

42. O poet, the crowd of life burdens his shoulders,
Like a torrent that calms for a while, then flows.

43. The snows of Lebanon and the waves and foam frolicked,
In the blaze of the wind I released.

44. Sweet faced, the burden of years did not fatigue his cheer,
Nor did old age inflict him.

45. And the eyes have a glow that almost
Envied by the arrogance of youth and the breezes of the renewed youth.

46. And the genius is the youth of his age and passion,
And an ember in the corners of his heart he wished to keep burning.

47. Those ghosts are treasures of visions and wishes
The soul arousing, and the body appeasing.

48. Lebanon, O dream of paradise, perfected it
In the image of the One, the Eternal.

49. And ascetics in your beauty you seduced,
If they believed in God’s beauty they would not have abstained.

50. Perfection completed its blessings on Lebanon
Envied, and the perfection of blessings is envy.

51. O garden of thought, ambition soars however it wants without
Horizon limits it, nor any goal or boundary.

52. O honored star in the sweetness of his exile,
Every star has those family and homeland.

53. As if the suns are from Lebanon in the journey
Of the moon, drawing near while the dust distances.

54. Verandas for pampered stars,
Sleep contests in their eyelids against vigilance.

55. As if they are kings of jinn who have been bewitched
And they insist on standing, they neither insisted nor sat.

56. As if hardship of standing long seized them
Until the One, the Only was revealed to hearts.

57. As if from the majesty of God they were dazzled
At the meeting, so they neither bowed nor prostrated.

58. Beauty is harmonized of disparate,
And beauty gathered in it and singular.

59. The years of the moon flowed water in its crescents,
I was happy with the rosy wave, I wished to cool down.

60. Your stoles preserved the eloquence and had
Pillars and columns from you in its ordeal.

61. It settled in the monks’ monasteries flooding it
Yearning for children and love of leisure and comfort.

62. Those who vie with it for worldly gain, when they loot,
And those who vie with it for the next when they sing devotions.

63. Didn’t they carry it in the gentlest of their conscience
As if it is a scent they did not pray to or worship?

64. They did not forsake the language of the Quran, their mother,
And how can a relative forsaken by his shoulder?

65. And for the call to prayer and the church bells from old
A covenant of love and forgiveness is contracted.

66. Mary and Amina embraced it
And faith and righteousness sang to guidance.

67. O father of the planets in eternity honored
Or a blessing you wished for and sought?

68. Conversation sculpted revering its poet,
And virgins of your poetry the young received you.

69. From every brunette, the pillows of her bed pleasant,
Neither waving with cups nor counting.

70. The eye does not mistake that the cedar is its growth,
And that its parent is Qahtan or Udad.

71. And a breeze from the zephyr of Lebanon sent it
The loved ones, news, and grandchildren to you.

72. Is there anything in the paradise of the abode that makes you forget its cedars
And the light and beauty in its slopes scattered?

73. Those who moved away from homelands deserve more longing,
And for seeing it again those who distanced.

74. It increases it a thousand beauties after parting,
A heart, and its colors enchant a forever.

75. Can God's Paradise detract from Lebanon?
I seek forgiveness from God, no blasphemy or nullification.

76. I carried from the silk of the cedar a handkerchief
In which youth and longing come together.

77. Arabism of Levant, O Lebanon, is pure
Tolerant like light, no deception or knots.

78. Love is aloof from conditionality and frustration,
And conditionality can spoil the goodness of blessing.

79. We who love you prefer you and choose you
Were those who pampered relatives like those who repudiated?

80. We the thirsty who quench the love of your cedars,
Love in Levant is neither mean nor withers.