هذي أُميمُ تجلّى شَخصُها وبدا

وَقسّمت بِالهوى منك الحِجا بددا

This is Umaymah whose personality was revealed

And through love she divided the love between us into pieces

زوّد جفونكَ منها قبلَ رحلَتها

وَقبلَ أَن يقطعَ الحادي بها جددا

Before her departure, equip your eyelids with her image

And before the traveler parts from her renew again

فَما حياتكَ من بعدِ الفراقِ لها

فينا إذا ما بها حادي الركابِ حَدا

After being separated from her, how is your life?

If the leader of the caravan departs with her, what life remains for us?

ما بالُ دمعي ما أخفيت قطّ هوى

أميم إلّا بهِ في جريهِ شهِدا

Why have I never concealed the love in my tears for Ameem

Except that in its flow I have borne witness to it

حورية لَو رآها وهيَ سافرةٌ

حبرٌ لَكانَ لها في وقتهِ سَجَدا

If a maiden saw her traveling

A scholar would have prostrated to her at that time

وَلو عَقدت بناناً من أناملها

مِن لينهِ لاِنعطا في ذاك واِنعقدا

If she made rings with her delicate fingers

They would have melted from her softness and bonded

تلكَ الّتي لَو جَفَت في الحبّ أو هجرت

لَم أَستمِع عذلاً فيها ولا فندا

The one whom if she dried up in love or became estranged

I would not listen to any blame or rejection towards her

لَولا محبَّتها ما كنت بحتُ بِما

تُخفيهِ نَفسي ولا اِستَصلحتُ ما فَسدا

If it wasn’t for her love I would not have searched for

What my soul conceals or set right what was corrupted

وَقد أَرى الغيَّ رشداً في محبّتها

فيما أَرى مِن هَواها والضلال هُدى

And I see misguidance as guidance in her love

While in her passion I see error as righteousness

كَم ذاب قلبي لفرقاها وهجرتها

وَكَم غَدا مِن تثنّي قدّها قددا

How my heart melted from her abandonment and estrangement

And how it froze again from her gathering and union

وَليلة زُرتها بعدَ الهجوع ومن

يخشى التنكّر منه لحظة هَجدا

And a night I visited her after isolation, fearing

Estrangement for a moment from the intensity of my passion

فبتُّ أَحسو رضاباً من مقبّلها

أحيي بهِ من حياة الروحِ ما نَفدا

So I remained perceiving a breath from her kiss

Reviving with it the diminishing spirit of my life

ريقٌ حَكى الشهد طعماً في مذاقتهِ

وَالمسك إن ولجَ الخيشومَ أو صعدا

A saliva that narrated the taste of honey in its flavor

And musk, even if it penetrated the insides and ascended

قبّلتُ مبسمها كَى يَنطفي حرقي

فما اِنطَفى لاعجٌ منها ولا بَردا

I kissed her smile to extinguish my burning

But neither appeared extinguished nor cooled from her

فكلَّما رمتُ أَن أطفي بريقتها

جمرَ الجوى شبّ في أحشايَ واِتّقدا

So whenever I attempted to extinguish her radiance

The embers of passion flared up within me and ignited

لَم أدرِ مِن حيث ما قبّلت مَبسمها

أكنتُ قبّلت درّاً منه أَو بردا

I did not know from where I kissed her smile

Whether I had kissed a pearl or ice from her

اِعمل لِدُنياك ما داومتَ صُحبتها

حتّى كأنّك فيها لَم تَمُت أبدا

Work for your worldly life as long as you keep her company

As if you will never die in it

وَاِعمل لأخراكَ مهما عشتَ مجتهداً

حتّى كأنّك موعودُ الحمامِ غدا

And work for your afterlife, no matter how hard you strive

As if you are promised Paradise tomorrow

إنّي اِمرؤٌ ما اِشتهى شيئاً يلذّ به

ممّا يدنّسه إلّا وقَد زهدا

I am a man who does not desire anything pleasurable

That would defile me except that I have abandoned it

دعوتُ دهري رجاء منه يسعدني

فيما أُريد منَ الدُنيا فما سعدا

I called upon my fate hoping it would make me happy

In what I want from this life but it did not make me happy

وَصرتُ والعيشُ قد ولّت شبيبته

في غصّةِ الدهرِ أشكو البؤس والنكدا

And I became while the prime of my life passed

Complaining of misery and gloom in the anguish of fate

حتّى اِستندت لعمري بالفتى سند

فكانَ حالي لما أمّلته سَندا

Until I relied for my life on that young man

So my state became, what I hoped of him, a support

متوّج في مقامات الفخارِ بنى

بيتاً يكونُ له كسبُ الثنا عُمدا

Crowned at the pinnacle of glory, he built

A house that would be for him a cause for praise

تَغدو مواهبهُ منه مبدّدةً

لِسائلٍ مرتج أو وافدٍ وَفدا

His gifts from it are dispersed

For an aspiring visitor or arriving newcomer

وَقَد يحبُّ ويَهوى المكرمات على اِس

تصعابها مثل الوالد الولدا

And he may love and passionately desire favors

Upon their difficulty just as a father does his son

وَيَشتري الحمدَ حيثُ الحمدُ كان وفي

ملقاهُ يبذل منه النفس وَالسندا

And he buys praise wherever praise is found and in its

Encounter he spends his soul and support

وَكَم شفى في مساعيهِ بهمّتهِ

عينُ العلا إِذ رآها تشتكي الرَمَدا

And how much in his efforts has he cured with his determination

The eye of elevation when he saw it complaining of blindness

يا أيّها الملكُ القرمُ الّذي سهلت

لَهُ المطالبُ لمّا جدّ واِجتَهدا

O noble king, so gentle that

Requests are facilitated for him when he strives and perseveres

إنّي زرعتُ وما من زارعٍ زرع ال

مَعروف في كنههِ إلّا وَقَد حصدا

I have cultivated but no cultivator cultivates

A known favor in its essence unless he reaps