أسيّان ما في الأيكِ ناحَ حمامهُ
بعدَ الملا إلّا وحمّ حمامهُ
The doves in the valley no longer coo
After the hardships, except to mourn their loss,
يَعلو عَلى أنضائهِ إن أرزمت
تحتَ الرِحال منَ الجوى أرازمهُ
She rises above her nest if perched
Beneath the saddlebags, a hill from afar,
وَإِلى الرسومِ حنينهُ ونزوعهُ
وَإِلى الأحبّةِ شوقهُ وغرامهُ
Yearning for the dwellings and inclining
To loved ones, her longing and passion,
لَم يبقَ منهُ في خلال شبابهِ
في الجسمِ إلّا جلدهُ وعظامهُ
Of her, in the bloom of youth
Only skin and bones remain,
يا صاحبيَّ قِفا بنا في مربعٍ
للحيِّ مثل الرند لاحَ وشامهُ
My friend, let us stand in a wide, open space
Like a spear for the living, bare and erect
لَم يُبدِ مِن آياتهِ وسماتهِ
لِلعينِ إلّا نوّه ورجامهُ
No signs or traits of him appeared
To the eye except his brightness and his banner,
أَبلى حداثتهُ وعفّا رسمهُ
نوّ الثريّا وبلُه ورهامهُ
His youth faded and his form crumpled
The fresh lily wilted and its petals scattered,
أَقوى وما مرّت عليه شهوره
أَبداً فكيفَ إِذا اِنقضت أعوامهُ
He was strong and months had not passed over him
So how could he fare when years come to pass?
عاصَتهُ في صيرانهِ صيرانُه
أبداً ومِن آرامهِ آرامُهُ
His defiance lasts in his defiance
And his tranquility in his tranquility,
وَمُهفهف طاوي الحشا ما زارَني
بِالوصلِ إلّا طيفُه ولمامهُ
The dusty ashes, bent over, never visited me
Except as a phantom, his hemline,
يمضي النهارُ بهجرهِ وإذا سجى
جنحُ الدجى سَمحت بهِ أحلامهُ
The day passes with his estrangement, and when night falls,
The wings of darkness allow his dreams,
حَكّمتهُ في مُهجتي حتّى اِنقضت
بِالجورِ في تَحكيمه أحكامهُ
He judged in my love until he exhausted
With tyranny, his unjust judgments,
يَرمي القلوبَ مخالساً بسهامهِ
فَتصيبُ لبّاتِ القلوبِ سهامهُ
He throws hearts into disarray with his arrows
And his arrows strike the cores of hearts,
وَيميسُ في بردِ الشبابِ إذا مشى
فَكأنّ عودَ الخيزُران قوامهُ
He walks erect in the cool of youth
As if his frame were a tall cypress tree,
وَيفوحُ طيباً ثغرهُ بعد الكرى
كَالمسكِ لمّا زالَ عنه ختامهُ
His mouth diffuses a sweet fragrance after anguish
Like musk when its seal has been removed,
بدرٌ تشفُّ بروده بضيائهِ
وَستورهُ وسجوفهُ وخيامهُ
A full moon soothing with its coolness, its brilliance,
Its veils, its discs, and its tents,
منعَ الوصالَ عليَّ حتّى أنّه
ممّا تمنّع لا يردّ سلامهُ
He denied me union until he gave up
What he refused to grant, even a greeting,
عزّ الرضا وَالوصلُ منه قليلهُ
وَكَثيرهُ وحلالهُ وحرامهُ
Contentment and union with him are few,
Lawful and forbidden with him in abundance,
وَبعيدُ أرجاءِ المسافةِ نازحٌ
ما فيهِ إلّا عفره ونعامهُ
The vast space of distance roams
With nothing but a gazelle and an ostrich,
جاوزت غايته بعيسٍ بازل
غصّت بهِ أنساعهُ وحزامهُ
I have surpassed its limits with a mighty leap,
My wrappings and belts burst from it,
وَإِلى الفَتى كهلان كم أهديت من
درٍّ كمثلِ الدرّ زان نظامهُ
And to the noble youth, how much have I sent
Of pearls, like the threaded pearls of his form?
اليجشبيّ الأمجد الملك الّذي
شَرقت بِبهجةِ ملكهِ أيّامهُ
Al-Yashbe the Glorious King in whose days
Joy radiated with the light of his kingdom,
ملكٌ رَقى رتبَ العلا حتّى دنا
عمّا اِرتقاه منَ العُلا بهرامهُ
A king who climbed the ranks of highness until
None had attained what he attained in rank,
يَعلو قيام الحارثينَ قعوده
شرفاً وَمرتبةُ فكيف قيامهُ
His sitting surpasses the standing of others
In nobility, so how then his standing?
مشق الكتائبَ بالحسامِ كأنّما
برقُ الغمامةِ في الغمامِ حسامهُ
He cleaves the battalions with his blade as though
The flash of lightning cleaves the clouds, is his blade,
درّت لهُ الدنيا بلطفك فاِحتسى
نعماً وما نسخ الرضاع فطامهُ
The world smiled on him through your charm, so he gained
Blessings, never weaning from your teat,
