أَتَأمَلُ أَن تَنالَ نَدى كَريمٍ

نَداهُ أَوَّلُ وَالغَيثُ ثانِ

I hope to attain the bounty of a generous cloud

Whose first rain is bountiful and the latter rain copious

وَيَجري وَالمَجَرَةُ في عَنانِ

فَلا يَخفى عَلى ناءٍ وَدانِ

It flows freely and unhindered

So it is not concealed from any valley or hill

تَصَوَّرَ في القُلوبِ فَلَيسَ يَنأى

عَلى نَأيِ المَحَلَّةِ وَالمَكانِ

It has imprinted itself in hearts so it does not distance

Itself from any place or region

إِذا عَبَسَ الزَمانُ فَمِل إِلَيهِ

تَجِدهُ البِشرَ في وَجهِ الزَمانِ

When times are gloomy, it is the bringer of glad tidings

You will find it the bearer of good news in the face of trying times

تَقاصَرَ عَن نَداهُ باعُ شُكري

قُصورَ الزَجِّ عَن زَلَقِ اللِسانِ

My gratitude falls short in thanking it

Like faulty eloquence falling short of a glib tongue

وَآسى أَن تَطولَ يَدايَ مِنهُ

إِلى ما لا يُطاوِلهُ لِساني

I grieve that my hands cannot reach it

Nor can my tongue equal it

كَأَنَّ نَدى يَدَيهِ عِناقُ بَينٍ

فَلَيسَ يَسُرُّني إِلّا شَجاني

As if its bounty were a loving embrace

And nothing delights me except my fervent longing

لَهَجتُ بِذِكرِهِ لِأُبَيَّنَ عَنهُ

فَضاقَ بِوَصفِهِ ذَرعُ البَيانِ

I talked of it to try to explain it

But describing it exceeds the bounds of expression

حَناني ثُقلُهُ وَلَوَ اِنَّ قَوساً

تَلَقّى مَنكَبَيَّ لَما حَناني

My yearning for it is a burden, even if

A bow spanned my shoulders, it would not relieve my yearning

فَها أَنا مِنهُ مُفتَقِرٌ وَغانٍ

وَقَلبي فيهِ مُنطَلِقٌ وَعانِ

So here I am, needy and longing for it

With my heart set free towards it, finding relief