أنا مُعجَبٌ بالمُعجَبِ التَّيَّاهِ

مُتَغَلغِلٌ في حُبِّهِ مُتَناهي

I'm infatuated with the ostentatious one

Immersed in his love, infinitely

يَزهُو عليَّ وأغتَدي ذا لَوعَةٍ

عَجَباً لفُرقَتِنا وكلٌّ زاهِي

He prides himself on me, while I suffer longing

How odd our separation is, though each one prideful

غابَت محاسِنُ وَجههِ فاشتَقتُها

فَتَصوَّرَت أخلاقَ عَبدِ اللَّهِ

His beautiful face has disappeared, so I longed for it

And pictured the morals of Abdullah

أضحَى النَّدى شِبهاً له ومَدائِحي

أَرَأيتَ كيفَ تَجانُسُ الأَشباهِ

The dew has become a likeness of him and my poems

Have you seen how similarities harmonize?

يا ابنَ المفرِّجِ واللَّيالي أنعمٌ

إلا عليّ فإنَّهنَّ دَواهي

Oh son of relief and nights of comfort

Except for me, for they are ruinous

يأبَينَ طولَ الدَّهرِ أن يَلقَينَني

إلا ذَواتِ جَهالةٍ وسَفاهِ

They refuse the length of time to meet me

Except those of ignorance and foolishness

قَصُرَت يَدايَ فَدقَّ جاهي عِندها

طُولُ اليَدَينِ يَزيدُ عَرضَ الجاهِ

My hands fell short so his glory knocked

The length of hands increases the width of glory

وأَراكَ في طلَبِ العُلى ذا قُوَّةٍ

فامسِك بها رَمَقَ الضَّعيفِ الواهي

And I see you seeking the heights with strength

So hold onto it before the feeble fading one