1. ساقٌ ترَنَّحَ يَشْدو فَوقَهُ ساقُ

    كأنَّهُ لِحنينِ الصَّوتِ مُشْتاقُ

    A trunk swayed, a dove singing above it,

    As though it longed for the voice's plaintive sound.

  2. يا ضَيعةَ الشِّعْرِ في بُلْهٍ جَرامقَةٍ

    تَشابَهتْ مِنهُمُ في اللُّؤمِ أَخلاقُ

    Alas for poetry wasted on foolish Jaramiqa!

    Their characters were alike in baseness.

  3. غُلَّتْ بِأَعناقِهمْ أَيْدٍ مُقَفَّعةٌ

    لا بُورِكَتْ مِنْهُمُ أَيْدٍ وَأعْناقُ

    May their clenched hands be fettered to their necks;

    May neither their hands nor their necks be blessed!

  4. كَأنَّما بَيْنَهُمْ في مَنْعِ سائِلهِمْ

    وحَبْسُ نائِلِهمْ عَهْدٌ ومِيثاقُ

    As though among them, in refusing their petitioner,

    And withholding their bounty, there were a pledge and a covenant.

  5. كم سُقْتُهُم بِأَمادِيحي وقُدْتُهُم

    نحوَ المعالِي فما انْقادُوا ولا انْساقوا

    How often I drove them with my praises and led them

    Toward noble heights, yet they would neither be led nor driven.

  6. وَإنْ نَبا بِيَ في ساحاتِهمْ وطنٌ

    فَالأرضُ واسعةٌ والنَّاسُ أَفْراقُ

    And if a home in their precincts proves inhospitable to me,

    Then the earth is wide, and people are of many kinds.

  7. ما كُنتُ أَوَّلَ ظَمْآنٍ بِمهْمَهَةٍ

    يَغُرُّهُ مِنْ سَرابِ القَفْرِ رِقْراقُ

    I was not the first thirsty man in a trackless desert

    To be deceived by the shimmer of the wasteland's mirage.

  8. رِزْقٌ مِنَ اللَّهِ أَرضاهُمْ وَأَسخَطَني

    واللَّهُ لِلأَنْوكِ المَعْتُوهِ رزَّاقُ

    Provision from God pleased them and angered me;

    And God is a bountiful provider for the witless imbecile.

  9. يا قابِضَ الكَفِّ لا زالتْ مُقَبَّضَةً

    فما أنامِلُها لِلنَّاسِ أَرْزاقُ

    O you who clench your hand, may it never unclench!

    For its fingertips bring people no sustenance.

  10. وَغِبْ إذا شِئْتَ حَتَّى لا تُرى أبَداً

    فما لِفقْدِكَ في الأَحْشاءِ إقْلاقُ

    And vanish if you wish, never to be seen again;

    For your absence stirs no anguish deep within.

  11. ولا إليكَ سَبيلُ الجُودِ شارِعَةٌ

    وَلا عَليْكَ لِنُورِ المَجدِ إشْراقُ

    Nor does the path of generosity lead to you,

    Nor does the light of glory shine upon you.

  12. لم يَكْتَنِفْني رَجاءٌ لا ولا أملٌ

    إلا تَكَنَّفهُ ذُلٌّ وَإمْلاقُ

    No hope has ever surrounded me—no, nor any expectation—

    Without humiliation and destitution surrounding it.