أرَجّمُ فيكَ الظنَّ كلَّ مُرَجَّم

وحاشاكَ لم أرْتَبْ ولم أتَنَدَّم

I interpret good faith in you in every interpretation

And far be it from you, I have never doubted nor regretted

وعِنْدِي من الودِّ الذي ما انتحى له

سُلُوٌّ ولا أوْدى به لَوْمُ لُوّم

And I have unwavering affection that has not diminished

Pristine, I do not blame it even if blamed by blamers

ذكرتُك ذكرَ النازحِ الدار دارَهُ

بحيثُ هواهُ من سحيلٍ ومُبْرَمِ

I remembered you like an emigrant remembers his home

Wherever his passion went, whether easy or difficult

وأنت بنيتَ المجدَ بالبأسِ والنّدى

وقد هدموه في لبُوسٍ ومطعَمِ

While you built glory through valor and help

And they destroyed it in rags and finery

إذا ضلَّ طُلاّبُ المكارمِ سُبْلَها

فأنتَ لها أهدى من اليد للفم

When the seekers of honors lose their way

You are more guiding than a hand to a mouth

بأيِّ لسانٍ يدعي معَكَ العلا

أخو الجَهْدِ لم يكْرُمْ ولم يتكرَّم

With what tongue can anyone claim elevation with you

The brother of effort who was not noble nor generous

تَوَهّمَ أن البدرَ حيثُ سرى له

فأمَّل يَعْلُوهُ بأقْصرِ سُلّم

He imagined he could reach the moon wherever it went

So he hoped to ascend it with the shortest ladder

على رِسْلِهِ حتى يُرى بينَ أرْبع

تصُدُّ عن العليا بها كلَّ مُحْرم

With its ropes until he could be seen between four

Blocking the sublime from him, forbidden to every sacred place

تَلأْلؤَ دريٍّ وغفضالَ ديمةٍ

وهيبةَ هنديٍّ وإقبالَ ضَيغم

The radiance of a pearl and the folds of a garment

And the awe of an Indian and the ascent of a pulley

أبا قاسمٍ خُذها عتابَ تَذُّللٍ

وَرُبَّتمَا كانتء عتابَ تَبَرُّم

Abu Qasim, take it as a reproach of humility

And often reproach was an expression of sulkiness

أَنمْضي الليالي لا تُقضّي مآري

ولو شفّني همّي بها وَتَهمُّمي

Shall I spend nights that do not fulfill my hopes

Even if my worries and determination cured me

غنيتُ بما أعْطِيْتُ عما حُرِمْتُهُ

فالاً أكن مُثْرٍ فلستُ بِمُعْدَم

I was content with what I was given, about what was deprived me

So I am not a pauper, even if not wealthy

وأنْكَرتُ ما لاقيتُ ثم عَرَفتُهُ

إذا كان ما لا بدَّ منه فسلّم

And I denied what I encountered, then recognized it

When the inevitable came, so I submitted

ولم أتحدَّثْ بالتي لا أنالُهَا

ومن يَتَعَلَّقْ بالأباطيلِ يُسْلَم

And I did not discuss what I cannot attain

Who clings to falsehoods will be destroyed

وما تَطْلُبُ الأيّامُ منّي وإنما

أنا المشرفيُّ المُنتَضى في يدِ الكمي

The days do not seek from me, rather

I am the one made to triumph, in the hand of the Most Generous

بعَيشِكَ سَلْها كيف كنتُ وقد جَلَتْ

عليَّ الرزايا بين بِكْرٍ وأيِّمِ

Ask it, given your livelihood, how I was when

Misfortunes exposed me, between young and old

وقد وَأبيها مُيّزَتْ حقَّ مَيْزِهَا

فسلنيَ عنها غيرَ عيٍّ ولا عمي

And it distinguished between rights their proper place

So ask me about it, not blind, nor deaf

رأيتُ الغِنَى وَقْفاً على كلِّ جاهلٍ

فيا عينَ ذي الجهلِ انْعَمي ثُمّتَ انْعَمي

I saw wealth stopping at every ignorant person

So oh eye of ignorance, look well, then look again

أبَا قاسمٍ هاكَ الثَّنَاءَ وَإنما

هُوَ الشّوْقُ أرْمِيهِ إليكَ وَيَرْتَمي

Abu Qasim, here is praise, and it is but

Yearning I cast to you and it throws itself

تَأهّبَ لي صَرْفُ الزَّمَانِ بِزَعْمِهِ

لقد جُنَّ حتَّى ظنَّ أنّكَ مُسْلمي

The turning of fate has prepared for me in its view

It truly went mad, thinking you would surrender to it

أعِدْ نَظْرَةً في صَادقِ الودِّ غَضّهِ

يُواليك إلظَاظَ الحجيجِ بزمزم

Take another look at the sincerity of pure love for you

It will ally with you to the jostling of pilgrims at Zamzam

تَيَمّمَ حتى عَايَنَ الماءَ مُطْلَقاُ

فهل تُجْزِيَنْ عَنْهُ صَلاة التيمم

It assumed the intention until it saw water unrestrained

So does the prayer of those without water suffice for it?

أجِدَّكَ لم تَعْجَبْ لجدْبِ مَسَارحي

بحيثُ رأيتُ الرَّوْضَ رَطْبَ التنمنم

I found you were not amazed by my barren gardens

Where I saw the meadows lush with growth

وكم نطفة منْ ماءِ وجهي أرَقْتُها

بودّيَ لو أنّي أرَقْتُ لها دمي

And how many drops of water from my face have I shed

In my love for you, if only I had shed my blood for you

وما لمتُ نفسي يومَ جئْتُكَ مادحاً

ولكنّهُ مَنْ يَحْرِمِ اللهُ يُحْرَمِ

And I never blamed myself the day I came praising you

But whoever God deprives, is deprived

أأكسِرُ قوْسِي بعدَ عِلمي بأَنَني

رميتُ فما أخْطَيْتُ شاكلةَ الرَّمي

Should I break my bow after knowing that I

Shot without missing the target of archery?