أرى الشاعرَ المِلحيَّ راحَ بنا صَبَّا

نباغضُه عَمْداً فيوسِعُنا حبَّا

I see the salty poet went with us morning

We hate him on purpose to widen our love

دعانا ليستَوفي الثناءَ فأظلمَتْ

خلائقُ تستوفي لِصاحِبِها السبَّا

He called us to get praise so the morals darkened

Morals that get enough blaming for their owner

تيمَّمَ كَرخايا فجاد قلبُيها

عليه وما شُربُ القليبِ لنا شُربا

He eyed the jars so their hearts overflowed

onto him while the hearts were not drunk by us

وأحضَرَنا محبوسةً طولَ ليلِها

معذَّبةً بالنارِ مُسْعَرةً كَرْبا

And he brought us imprisoned all night

Tortured by fire, blazing with anxiety

تحتَّتَ من رَطْبِ الذُّؤابَةِ لحمُها

ومن يابسِ الحَبِّ الثقيلِ لها الحُبَّا

Her meat was wet from the moisture of freshness

And dry beans were her heavy love

وساهرَها ليلاً يُضيِّقُ سِجنَها

فلما أضاءَ الصُّبحُ أوسَعَها ضَرْبا

He stayed up at night, tightening her prison

So when dawn lit up he widened her beating

إذا مسحَتْها الرِّيحُ راحتْ كأنما

تُمسِّحُ موتَى كشَّفَتْ عنهمُ التُّربا

When the wind wipes her she walks as if

Wiping the dead whom the soil uncovered

وداذنةٍ تنهَى الصَّباحَ إذا بدا

وتُفسِدُ أنفاسَ النَّسيمِ إذا هَبَّا

And a black slave girl who warns the morning when it appears

And spoils the breaths of the breeze when it blows

شَرابٌ يُفضُّ الطين ُعنه إذا بدا

ثلاثةَ أيامٍ وقد شَبَّ لا شبَّا

A drink that reveals the mud from it when it appears

Three days while the youth matured without maturity

يُمدُّ بأطرافِ النهارِ وما افتَرى

ولا كانَ خِدْناً للزُّناةِ ولا تِربا

It extends at the edges of the day and does not get exhausted

It was neither a pillow for the adulterers nor a burial

فلما تراءَتْ للجميعِ حبالُنا

عجبتُ لمضروبَيْنِ لا جَنَيَا ذَنبا

So when our ropes appeared to everyone

I was amazed by the beaten who did not commit a sin