رِفاقي الظاعنين مَتى الورود

وَذياك العذيب وَذا ورود

My friends who complain, when will the flowers return

And that clear spring, when will it have flowers?

فعو حَوابي علي آثار لَيلى

فَم يَدري الغعَريب مَتى يَعود

So answer my confusion about Layla’s dwellings

When will the stranger know when he’ll return?

وَزوروا شعبها فَعَلى فؤادي

وَقَلبي من نسيمه برود

Visit her lands, for in my heart

Is a cool breeze from her zephyr

رِفاقي الظاعنين تَرَفقوا بي

فَقَلبي في هَوى لَيلى عَميد

My complaining friends, have mercy on me

For my heart is enslaved by love for Layla

أَعيدوا لي لاحَديث بذكر لَيلى

أَعيدوه فديتكم أَعيدوا

Repeat to me, speak not but of Layla

I implore you, repeat, repeat her name

مررت عَلى بقية ربع لَيلى

فَساعد لَوعَتي دمع يحود

I passed by the remains of Layla’s encampment

My anguish drew forth tears that poured

وَحيت الطلول فَلَم تحبنى

وَكَيفَ تجيبني سفع ركود

I woke the hills but they did not love me

How could they answer me in their stony silence?

نأت وَتَباعَدَت لَيلى وَعزت

عَلى وَما تَباعَدَت العهود

Layla grew distant and our love grew apart

As did our promises in time past

رَعى اللَه الزَمان زَمان لَيلى

وَلا رَعى التفرق وَالصدود

May God protect the days of Layla’s company

And not let our separation and discord persist

فَما أَحلى هَواها في فؤادي

وان بخلت عَلى بما اريد

How sweet is her love within my heart

Though she is miserly in all I desire

جَرى قلم السَعادة باسم لَيلى

فَطابَ بذكرها عيشي الرَغيد

The pen of destiny wrote Layla’s name

And made my life pleasant at its mention

فَكَيفَ يَلومني في حب لَيلى

خلىّ القَلب أَدمعه جمود

So why blame me for loving Layla?

My heart sheds its tears and is paralyzed

وان فَتى رمته جفون لَيلى

وَماتَ عَلى الفِراش هوَ الشَهيد

If a lad is slain by Layla’s eyelids

And dies on his sickbed, he is a martyr

وان فَتى يمرّ بارض لَيلى

وَيَلثَم حيث موطئها سعيد

If a lad passes through Layla’s lands

And kisses where she trod, he is blessed

نعم بلى الزَمان وَحب لَيلى

جَديد لَيسَ يبليه الجَديد

Yes, by God, time and love for Layla

Are ever new, not made old by days

وَقفت عشية ببلاد لَيلى

وَبت وأَدمعي در نضيد

I stood one evening in Layla’s lands

And slept while my tears flowed ceaselessly

وَنهنهت الغَرام فيجتَني

سواجع في الأراك لَها نَشيد

The passions sang to me in the thickets

Songs for which they had melody

لحى اللَه الزَمان فَقَد بَلاني

بصبر ناقص وَحوى يزيد

May God protect the days, for time has tested me

With imperfect patience and ever-growing love

يفيد صَنيعة وَيفيت أحرى

وَيمتح نعمة وَلَها حسود

It lends success and lends greater favor

Bestows a gift and for it has envy

وَما قدر الزَمان وَفي قعار

غمام فيضه كرم وجود

Time does not value in the least

The clouds of his generosity, honor and grace

نلم بقبر سيدنا النَهارى

فَتَبيض المَطالب وَهي سود

We touched the tomb of our master Al-Nahari

And hopes glistened white from what was black

جِناب جَلالة وَبَبيع بر

ربت في ريف وأفته الوفود

The majesty of the sovereign, and the sanctity of devotion

Nurtured in the countryside and sought by pilgrims

فَيا طَرَب النفوس إِلى صعيد

يكفر ذنبها ذاكَ الصعيد

So yearn, o souls, for that blessed place

Where wrongs are absolved on that blessed ground

صَعيد تظهر البركات منه

وَتَطلع في جوانبه السعود

On that plain blessings are revealed

And felicity shines on all quarters

فمن دار السَلام له نَسيم

ومن نور الجَلال له عمود

From the Abode of Peace blows a breeze for him

And from the Light of Majesty he has a pillar

به الكَرَم الَّذي يغنى وَيقنى

وَلا عرض لديه وَلا نقود

In it is generosity that enriches and suffices

No goods or coins needed there

لَدى ملك يقل الملك عنه

وَتَحتقر العَساكر وَالجنود

With a King who diminishes all other kings

And regards armies and soldiers as nothing

سما فاِستَخدم الاشياء فيما

يَشاء ولا لماء وَلا عَبيد

He appointed things to what He desires

Without need for water or servants

فَتى غرس المحامد واجتَناها

فَضائِل لَيسَ يحصرها عَديد

A gallant who planted virtues and harvested them

Merits beyond count or measure

محمد بافتى عمر بن موسى

أَضام وَأَنتَ لي ركن شَديد

Muhammad the eminent, Omar son of Musa

My sturdy pillar, you have supported me

يواعدني العدوّ بغير جرم

أَتَعجَز أَن يحل به الوَعيد

The enemy threatens me though I’ve done no wrong

Can he escape the warning if he persists?

أَماترني لاطفال صغار

أَبوهم من محلتهم طَريد

Shall I be slain for small children

Whose father is exiled from his family?

يمر العيد بالصبيان لَهوا

وَلَيسَ لهم مَع الصبيان عيد

Eid passes with children playing

While they have no Eid joy with children

فأين مَكارِم الاخلاق يامن

ببهجة وَجهة ابتهج الوجود

Where are the noble morals, o you

Who delighted existence by your gracious face?

فثم بواعث بعثت غَرامي

وَأَهوال يشيب لَها الوَليد

For there are motives that stirred my love

And terrors that would make a child turn grey

وَما جسمي عَلى الحدثان صخر

وَلا قَلبي عَلى البَلوى حَديد

My body isn’t stone against disasters

Nor is my heart iron against tribulations

فَكن يد نصرتي وَجناب عزي

اذا ما جار جبار عَنيد

So be the hand of my aid and the side of my honor

If an obstinate tyrant treats me unjustly

وَقل للمُعتَدين عَلى بعدا

لمدين مثل ما بعدت ثمود

And say to those who have transgressed

“You are far like the people of Thamud!”

فَلا عدد وَلا مَدَد يقيهم

وَلا مصر وَلا قصر مشيد

No number or supply will protect them

Nor citadel or lofty palace

وأَنتَ المُستَعان لكل خطب

وَما يبدي الزَمان وَما يعيد

You are the one I ask for help in every adversity

What time brings and then brings again

وَسَيفك في النَوائِب غير ناب

وَسهمك ماء مورده الوَريد

Your sword in disasters does not fail

And your arrow flows like blood from a vein

اذا عَبد الرَحيم دَعاكَ يَوما

عَلى بعد فقل حضر البَعيد

If your servant calls you one day

From afar, say the distant has drawn near

حَماكَ اليَوم لي وَلمن يَليني

وَيشملنا غَدا معك الخلود

Protect me today and those after me

And include us tomorrow in eternity with You

بقيت لملة الاسلام نورا

تضىء بك التَهائم وَالنجود

The religion of Islam remains as a light

Illuminating the confused and the armies

وَحيا أَرضا اِشتملتك غيث

يسبح في جوانبه الرعود

And life to a land that contains you like rain

With thunder resounding on all quarters

وَصلى ذو الجَلال عَلىنَبي

به منشى المَدائح مُستَفيد

And may He of Majesty bless the Prophet

By whom praises flow copiously