1. يا أُمَّ مُقْتَحِمِ العَجاجِ الأقْتَمِ

    قد صرتُ بعدكِ مَغنماً للمَغْنَمِ

    O mother of one who plunges into murky battle-dust,

    Since you left, I have become spoil for the taking.

  2. وشَربْتُ حين شربتُ وُدَّ مُعاشِرٍ

    وَدّوا من البَغْضاءِ لو شَرِبوا دَمي

    And I drank, when I drank, the affection of companions

    Who, from hatred, wished they could drink my blood.

  3. شَهَروا صَوارِمَهم عليّ كأنّهُمْ

    لم يَعلَموا أنّ الصّوارمَ في فَمي

    They unsheathed their keen swords against me, as though

    They did not know that keen swords are in my mouth.

  4. فالآنَ قد وَضَحَ النّهارُ لمبصِرٍ

    فعَرَفْتُهُ وقضيتُ حاجةَ لَهْذَمِ

    Now daylight has grown clear to one who sees;

    I recognized it and fulfilled a keen spear's need.

  5. فإذا اللّسانُ عليكَ ضلّ طريقَهُ

    فاجعلْ مسالكَهُ قُلوبَ الدَّيْلَمِ

    If your tongue goes astray to your harm,

    Make the hearts of the Daylamites its pathways.

  6. ولبست من هِمَمي وصدقِ عَزائِمي

    دِرعاً يَصُدُّ من القَضاءِ المُبْرَمِ

    And from my ambitions and the firmness of my resolves I donned

    A coat of mail that wards off irrevocable fate.

  7. وأبَيْتُ أنْ ألْقى الزّمانَ وأهلَهُ

    إلا بماضي الشفرتينِ مُصَمّمِ

    And I refused to face Time and its people

    Except with a keen, two-edged blade that cleaves straight through.

  8. عَضْبٌ إذا ضربَ الجماجمَ حوّمَتْ

    مِنْ وقْعِهِ فوقَ النُّسورِ الحُوَّمِ

    A sharp blade: when it strikes skulls, they wheel

    From its impact above the circling vultures.

  9. لا تَدخُلُ الأيامُ فيما بيننا

    إني ودَهْري بالصّواعِقِ نَرْتمي

    The days do not meddle in what lies between us;

    Time and I hurl thunderbolts at one another.

  10. فإذا رأتْ مِنّا فَتىً مُتَظلّماً

    من قَرنهِ فليبدَ بالمُتَظَلِّمِ

    If they see a young man among us complaining

    Of his rival, let them begin with the complainant.

  11. ما بالُ طعم العيشِ عندَ مَعاشِرٍ

    حُلوٌ وعندَ مَعاشِرٍ كالعَلْقَمِ

    Why is the taste of life, among some people,

    Sweet, and among others like bitter colocynth?

  12. من لي بَعيْشِ الأغبياءِ فإنّهُ

    لا عيشَ إلا عيشُ مَنْ لم يَعْلَمِ

    Who will bring me the life of fools? For indeed,

    There is no life but the life of one who does not know.

  13. وتقولُ روحي قد سترتَ مُثالِعاً

    لا لومَ قد برِحَ الخَفا فتكلّمي

    And my soul says, "You have concealed Muthāliʿ."

    No blame: concealment has ended, so speak.

  14. اليوم أوقدُ بالعِراقِ وفارسٍ

    ناراً تُذيبُ قلوبَ أهلِ الموسِمِ

    Today, in Iraq and Persia, I kindle

    A fire that melts the hearts of the pilgrimage throng,

  15. حتى أرَى المُثْرى كما تهوى العُلا

    في الناسِ أهونَ من سِبالِ المُعْدَمِ

    Until I see the wealthy man, as noble ambition desires,

    Less esteemed among men than a pauper's mustache.

  16. يا لائماً فيما يؤملُ صاعداً

    ماذا يقولُ له ملامُ اللُّوّمِ

    O you who blame Ṣāʿid for the hopes he raises,

    What can the reproach of reproachers say to him?

  17. عاقَ القضاءَ ولم تَعُقْ أغراضَهُ

    ليس الكريمُ على القضاءِ بقَيّمِ

    Fate stood in the way; his intentions did not.

    A generous man has no dominion over fate.

  18. ملكٌ إذا قادَ الجيادَ إلى الوَغى

    رفعَ العَجاجَ من القَنا المتحطّمِ

    A king who, when he leads his steeds to battle,

    Raises a dust-cloud from shattered lances.

  19. وإذا تحكّمَ طارقٌ في ماله

    حكمَ النّدى بالمالِ للمتحِكّمِ

    And when a night-visitor dictates the use of his wealth,

    Generosity awards the wealth to the one who dictates.

  20. كلفٌ بأيامِ المكارمِ والعُلا

    طَبٌّ بروحِ الدّارِعِ المستَلئِمِ

    Enamored of days of noble deeds and glory,

    Skilled at taking the life of the mail-clad, fully armored warrior.

  21. تتظلمُ الأسيافُ من أقلامِهِ

    فيكادُ يَرحَمُهُنّ من لم يَرْحَمِ

    The swords complain of his pens,

    So even the merciless almost pity them.

  22. وتَهارَبُ الأقدارُ من أسيافِهِ

    عن حتمِها فكأنّها لم تُحتَمِ

    And fates flee before his swords,

    From their own fixed decrees, as though never ordained.

  23. ولقد رأيت عُفاتَهُ وجِيادَهُ

    فرأيتُ عِرساً واقفاً في مأتَمِ

    I have indeed seen his petitioners and his steeds,

    And saw a wedding set amid a funeral.

  24. وشَمَمْتُ تربةَ أرضِهِ فحسبْتُها

    مخلوقةً من نَشرِ تلكَ الأنْعُمِ

    I smelled the soil of his land and thought it

    Created from the fragrance of those bounties.

  25. يا ذا الذي جعلَ السماءَ مِهادَه

    وبنى أساسَ المجدِ فوقَ الأنجُمِ

    O you who made the sky his bedding

    And built glory's foundation above the stars,

  26. أنكفْكِفُ الآمالَ جَرحى بَعْدَما

    أصبحتَ غوثَ المستجيرِ المُنْعِمِ

    Must we hold back our hopes, wounded, now that

    You have become the generous refuge of those who seek shelter?

  27. لا تَحسبنّ قضاءَ حقّي مَغرماً

    إنّ المَعالي تحتَ ذاكَ المَغْرَمِ

    Do not count the payment of my due a loss;

    The heights of glory lie beneath that very expense.

  28. إنْ كنتَ عن وُدّي بودّكَ راغباً

    وبحاجتي في الحاجِ غيرَ مُتيَّمِ

    If you turn your love away from mine,

    And my need, among others, does not captivate you,

  29. فاقرِ السلامَ على الشآمِ وقل لها

    أنتِ المُناخُ لناقَتي فتبسّمي

    Then greet Syria and say to her:

    You are my she-camel's resting-place, so smile.

  30. ولأوسِعَنّكَ ما استطعتُ من السُرى

    فإن استطعتَ تَقدّماً فتَقَدّمي

    And I shall lavish on you all the night-travel I can;

    And if you can advance, then advance.

  31. هيهاتَ كيفَ يكونُ ذاكَ وإنّهُ

    حاشى فعالُكَ أنْ تُشانَ بمِيسَمِ

    Far from it! How could that be? For indeed—

    Far be it that your deeds be marred by a branding iron.

  32. لا دَرّ دَرُّ الانتظارِ فإنّه

    شيءٌ يُزهّدُ في نَوالِ المُنْعِمِ

    May no milk flow from waiting! For it is

    A thing that makes one disdain a benefactor's gifts.

  33. وجَبُنْتُ غيرَ مُجبَّنٍ في ماقِطٍ

    عن ذكرِ حالي للوَزيرِ الخِضْرِمِ

    And I shrank back, though never deemed a coward in battle,

    From telling my plight to the ocean-like vizier.

  34. لا تخشَ شبلَ الغابِ أنْ تَدنو لهُ

    فلقد حَشَوتَ الرعبَ قلبَ الضّيْغَمِ

    Do not fear to approach the lion-cub of the thicket,

    For you have filled the lion's heart with terror.

  35. وأنا البصيرُ بكلِّ علمٍ غامضٍ

    فإذا رأيتُ مذلةً فأنا العَمي

    And I am clear-sighted in every obscure science,

    But when I see humiliation, I am blind.

  36. والذّلُّ أثقلُ من جِبالِ تِهامَةٍ

    عندي وأعذَبُ منهُ سُمُّ الأرْقَمِ

    Humiliation weighs heavier than the mountains of Tihama

    To me, and the speckled serpent's venom is sweeter than it.