أحمد النازحُ المفارق أمرَه
في النوى واستحبَّ ما كان يكرَه
Ahmad, the displaced one who changed his purpose
In determination, and loved what he used to hate
ملَّكته يدُ الفِراق امتِناناً
عنده المالكيه في الحب صبرَه
The hand of separation made him grateful
Patience with love became his habit
كيف يأبى السفارَ من كان يَحظى
حينَ يهوى بسَلوةٍ كلَّ سفرَه
How can one who enjoyed travel refuse an ambassadorship
When he passionately loves every journey
عَزمةٌ أقبلت تقودُ سلوّاً
مثلما قادتِ الصبابة نظرَه
A resolve came leading gently
As youth once led his gaze
ما على كل ذي نشاطٍ وبطشٍ
من جفونٍ فيهنَّ ضعيفٌ وفترَه
Not every energetic and violent one
Has languid and indifferent eyelids
ومن العجز أن أقولَ غريرٌ
مرَّ بي فاستفزَّ عَقلي وغرَّه
And it is weakness if I say a charming one
Passed by me stimulating my mind and senses
غير أني أحسُّ بين ضلوعي
ما أحاشيكَ جمرةً بعد جمرَه
Except that I feel within my ribs
After ember, an ember I fear for you
من هوى مَن يظنُّ أني تذكَر
تُ هواهُ إذاً تناسيت ذكرَه
Who thinks I remember one I love
If so, I forgot the remembrance of him
صدَّ عني وليس في عَزماتي
غضبٌ لي وليس فيهنَّ نُصرَه
He turned away, and my resolves contain
No anger for me, nor any revenge in them
ولئن صدَّ بعد وصلٍ فلِلأي
يامِ فينا مَساءةٌ ومسرَّه
And if he turned away after union, for days
Among us there is harm and joy
لستُ أشكو صُروفَها بعدما قا
مَ أبو غُرَّةٍ عليها وغُرَّه
I do not complain of their vicissitudes, after
Abu Gharra rose against them and was indignant
مَلكاها فأعتَقاها من الذم
مِ فصارَت بذلكَ الذمِّ حُرَّه
I ruled them, so I freed them from blame
Thus becoming with that blame, free
وعليُّ بنُ مُلهمٍ حاز خيرَ ال
مجدِ عن سائر الأنام وشرَّه
And Ali son of Mulhim won the best
Glory over all people, good and bad
شيمٌ حلوةُ المذاقَةِ في السل
مِ ونفسٌ عند الكريهَةِ مُرَّه
Smoothness of interaction in peace
And a soul bitter in tribulation
ويدٌ تدفعُ المضرةَ في وق
تٍ ووقتاً تكون منها المضَرَّه
A hand that wards off harm when
A time it would be harmful
نحنُ خضنا من جوده كلَّ غمرٍ
ورأيناهُ خائضاً كل غمرَه
We tasted under his generosity every abundance
And saw him diving into every abundance
وسَمعنا نِداهُ وهو يُنادي
ظلمَ الدهر كلُّ من ذمَّ دهرَه
And heard his voice calling out
The injustice of time against all who blamed fate
ورأينا مسيرَه وهو في كل
لِ طريقٍ له إلى المجدِ خطرَه
And we saw his journey, and in every
Path he had for glory, his danger
سهُلت عنده المسالكُ حتى
أوصلته إلى العُلى وهيَ وعرَه
The roads became smooth for him until
They took him to the heights though steep
ثم هامت به المعالي فصارت
تَتقي صدَّه وتحذرُ هجرَه
Then the high pursuits were confused by him
Avoiding his rejection and fearing his abandonment
كلما عزَّ من ذُراها مكانٌ
جعلَته كما تَرى مستَقرَّه
Whenever a place was too high for his reach
He made it, as you see, his stable abode
يا غماماً ينهلُّ جوداً وبأساً
وحساماً قد عاينَ الناسُ أثرَه
O clouds pouring generosity and might
And a sword whose mark people witnessed
خذ لحالي من الزمانِ ذِماماً
وتوثَّق فلستُ آمنُ غدرَه
Take the reins of my state from fate
And be cautious, for I do not feel safe from its betrayal
ما على الشاعِر المقصِّر في وَص
فِكَ لومٌ إن كنتَ تقبل عذرَه
No blame rests on the poet who falls short in his
Description, if you accept his excuse
كثرَت هذه المناقبُ حتَّى
ليسَ يدري ماذا يضمِّنُ شِعرَه
These virtues were so numerous that
He knows not what to include in his poetry
