سَلي بِمَواقع الأَسلِ

غَداةَ تَزاحُفِ الحِلَلِ

Ask the places of separation in the morning after the night camps crawl,

And compare what you heard with what happens to me now,

وقِيسي ما سَمِعتِ بِه

إِلى ما باتَ يَعرضُ لي

When I became fit for complaining to you, you became fit for blaming me,

To you, for you are safe,

أَحينَ صَلحتُ لِلشَّكوى

إِلَيكِ صلحتِ للعَذَلِ

Accepting advice from me,

Dark brown like a canal seen,

إِلَيكِ فَأَنتِ آمنةٌ

قبولَ النُّصحِ مِن قِبَلي

And not of faded canals,

Does the dark-brown have for his spit a sip of honeydew?

وأسمرَ كالقَناةِ يُرى

وَلَيسَ مِن القَنا الذبُلِ

And of balanced constitution, for an imbalanced matter,

It passed, so I carried it,

وهَل لِلأَسمَرِ العسَّا

لِ ريقٌ مِن جَنى العَسَلِ

To beat the camel litters,

And I leave them of blessings,

وَصافِي المَتنِ مُعتَدلٍ

لأَمرٍ غَير مُعتَدِلِ

He obliges me with them, Ali,

So whatever he objects of it,

مَضَى فَمَضَيتُ أَحملُهُ

لضَربِ حَوائِلِ الإِبِلِ

He finds a likeness and a parable.

I saw for every generosity,

وأخلِفُهُنَّ مِن مِنَنٍ

يمنُّ بِها عَلَيَّ عَلِي

An intolerable guide,

A disjointed connection,

فَمَهما يَعتَرِض مِنها

يَجِد مَثلاً وكالمَثَلِ

And an inseparable estrangement.

None but you spends the night with exertion about it,

رَأيتُ لِكلِّ مَكرُمةٍ

دَلالاً غَير مُحتَمَلِ

Except upon disquiet,

You alone below them,

وَوَصلاً غَير مُتَّصلٍ

وهَجراً غَير مُنفَصِلِ

Drowning the East with wetness,

And between you is a connection,

فلَيسَ يَبيتُ ذو كَلَفٍ

بِها إِلا عَلى وَجَلِ

Pure from the turbidity of boredom,

And how many times has it plugged, this

سِواكَ فَأَنتَ دُونَهمُ

غَريقُ الشَّرقِ بالبَلَلِ

In the mouth, of gaps.

وبَينَكُما مُواصَلةٌ

صَفَت من كدرة المَلَلِ

وَكَم سَدَّت خِلالكَ ه

ذِهِ في الثَّغرِ مِن خَلَلِ