قالوا تصبر قد يتوب الغادرُ
قبل الحسابِ وقد يحجّ الفاجرُ
They said, be patient, the betrayer may repent
Before Judgement, and the debauchee may go on pilgrimage
عجباً أينسىِ الغافلينَ هو أنهمُ
عما جَنتهُ ضغائنٌ وصغائرُ
How strange! The heedless forget that they
Will be held accountable for their grudges and petty faults
ايقامر المتسامحون بفكرهم
ان جاز أن يهب الثراءَ مقامر
Do the forgiving gamble in their thinking
That it's acceptable for wealth to be granted to a gambler?
أيخادعون مخادعاً إحسانُه
عبثٌ وأسخفُ ما حكاه مهاتُر
Do they fool the deceiver? His benevolence is
Futile, and more foolish than what old gossips relate
من مَّرغ الأدب اللبابَ جنونُه
وعلى يديه غدا الخرابُ العامرُ
Insanity has twisted the minds of the astute
And under his hands prosperity turned into ruins
وتحجرَ الشعرُ الكريم بنظمه
فشكت أذاهُ مَقاولٌ ومشاعر
And noble poetry turned to stone in his compositions
So that contractors and emotions complained of his harm
سَرقَ الروائعَ من مفاخرِ غيره
وأماتهَّن ولا يزال يفاخر
He stole the masterpieces of others' glories
And killed them, yet continues to boast
ما خفَّفَ الإثمَ الكبير سوابق
حاكى مقابحها وراح يكابر
Past misdeeds did not lessen the grave sin
He portrayed their ugliness and persisted in obstinacy
رُزءٌ تكَّررَ فالسفاهُة ملكها
إرثٌ على السفهاء وَقفٌ دائر
Mockery recurred, so foolishness owned it
An inheritance for fools, and a recurring endowment
شقيت بهم مصرُ الأسيفهُ حقبةً
طالت وكلُ بالغرور يجاهر
With them, ill-fated Egypt suffered an era
That was prolonged, and each one arrogantly declared
من كل أرعن مالهُ أو كيدهُ
سيفٌ على الأحرار صَلتٌ باتر
Every insolent one, his money or his schemes
A sword upon the free, a blunted blade
حتى أتى البطل الأشمّ كأنّه
تُّل الخرائبِ جَفَّ فيه النَّاضرُ
Until the gallant hero came, as if
He is the remover of ruins, drying the overflowing
فَرضَ الضريبةَ للسلامة من أذَّى
سُوَرَ التملق والتملقُ آسرُ
He levied a tax for protection from harm
He locked the gates of flattery, and flattery was captive
فتكاثر الغلمان حول سريره
مترنمين كما يشاء الساحر
So the youth multiplied around his throne
Chanting as the sorcerer wills
ومرتلين له الخشوع كأنّه
في كل شعوذةِ إمامٌ نادر
And singing to him submissively, as if
He is the greatest Imam in every magic
وهو الممثل كم يسئ ويشتكى
أنَّ المساء هو النبيلُ الطَّاهر
He is the actor, how badly he performs, and complains
That the evening is the noble, the pure one
جيلٌ من الأدباء ضُحىَ نَفعهُ
كيما تُعبَّقَ بالنفاق مجامر
A generation of literati, whose usefulness was lost
So that hypocrisy would be perfumed in gambling dens
تَخذَ السفيهُ من التبجح حُجَّةَ
للعبقريةِ وهو لاهٍ ساخر
The foolish took boasting as evidence
Of genius, while he is an absent buffoon
وَجنىَ كما يجني الوباءُ على الحجى
وعلى التفوّقِ سُمُّهُ المتطايرُ
And he reaped benefits like a plague upon the distinguished
And upon excellence flew its scattered poison
سَدَّ الطريقَ على مدى إبداهم
فالفُّن قبلهمو الفقيرُ الخاسرُ
He blocked the way throughout their duration
So art before them is the destitute loser
جَعلَ السياسةَ سُلَّماً لصعوده
ولكم تصاعد بالسياسة عاثر
He made politics a ladder for his ascent
Yet how many stumble in ascent through politics?
مَن ذا يعوّضهم وماذا يَرتَجىِ
إن غُيبوا يومَ الرثاءِ الشاعر
Who can compensate them, and what is hoped for
If they pass away on the day of the poet's elegy?
بل أى تكفير لجانٍ كافر
إن راحَ يبكى أو تباكي الكافر
What atonement for committees of unbelievers
If one who weeps or makes unbelievers weep goes away?
أسفى على وطني المذَال عَظيمهُ
يَشقىَ وينعمُ بالنفاق الصاغر
I lament for my greatly disgraced homeland
It suffers and enjoys the hypocrisy of the petty
والمخلص الحر الغيور مآله
نفىٌ تنوع أو مماتٌ جائر
And the fate of the sincere, free and zealous
Is either varied exile or unjust death
الظلم مهما زُينت الوانه
ظلمٌ وظلمُ الفكر عاتٍ عاهر
However injustice is adorned in its colors
It remains injustice, and injustice of thought is a shameless harlot
واذا تنكر للمواهب مُدَّعٍ
سفهاً وصفق للدعىِ القادرُ
And if it denies talents to a pretentious one
Out of foolishness, and claps for the claimant of ability
وغدا التصُّنعُ فوقَ كل أصالةٍ
واِلغُّر دان له الأبُّى الثائر
And pretentiousness became above all authenticity
And vileness submitted to the unyielding rebel
وَتخاذَل الأدباءُ يوم تعاونٍ
ومشى علهيم فاجرٌ وُمغامر
And the literati were cowardly on a day of cooperation
And a debauchee walked over them as a gambler
فالعدل ظلمٌ والمهانةُ ربُمَّا
هينت بهم ولقد تُهان مقابِر
So justice is injustice, and humiliation perhaps
Degraded them, and indeed graveyards were dishonored