ما الشهب تُجلي دَاجِيَ الأحلاَكِ
وقد استوت بمظاهر الأفلاكِ
The meteors do not illuminate my gloomy nights
That have reached the aspects of the cosmos
والغادةُ الحسناءُ راقَ جَمَالُهَا
قد حُلِّيَت بنفائس الأسلاَكِ
And the beautiful, slender girl, her beauty shone
Adorned with the finest of jewelry
والروضة الغنَّاءُ أينع زهرُهَا
فتبسَّمَت عن ثغرها المِضحَاكِ
And the melodious garden, its flowers in full bloom
Smiling from her rosy cheeks and bright teeth
والوُرقُ قَد أصغَت لرنَّةِ مِزهَرٍ
فغدَت تغاني صوته وتحاكي
And the leaves listening to the tune of the nightingale
Singing and repeating its voice in reply
يوماً بأعجبَ من حُلي عربية
تَسبِي بمنطقها نُهَى النُّسَاكِ
One day with wonders more marvelous than Arabian jewelry
Speaking with eloquence that exhausts the abilities of the pious
حاورتها فأتت بفصل خطابها
فالعجز عنه منتهى الإدراكِ
I conversed with her and she answered with a chapter of speech
That is beyond the limits of comprehension
عَلِقَ الفؤاد بها فها هو مُوثَقٌ
بفنائها الفتَّاك في أشرَاكِ
My heart clung to her, behold, it is now tied
To her deadly love in its snares
بحياة مهديك الذي بفتاته
يزهو بها الرّاوي لها والحاكي
By the life of the one whose remnants
The narrator boasts about and repeats
هذا فؤادي في يديك على شفا
أن تُنعمِي بِخَلاصَه فيراك
This is my heart in your hands on the verge
That you favor its salvation and visit me
إن ابن خاتمةٍ ختامُ بلاغةٍ
بطريقةٍ أعيَت عن السُّلاَّكِ
The son of the seal of the seal of eloquence
In a way that exhausted the climbers
هو سابقُ الآدابِ حاملُ رايةٍ
لم يَبقَ فيها موضِعُ استدرَاكِ
He is the predecessor of literature, bearing a flag
In which there is no room for improvement
ومحا رسومَ محابرٍ ودفاترٍ
فرعٌ زكى طيب الأصل زاكِ
And he erased the customs of pens and books
A branch purified, the essence of the sincere
نَادت بلاغته بكلّ مُحَاضِرٍ
خَلَّ الطريق لذِي السِّلاح الشاكي
His eloquence called in every institute
Making way for the one with the shining sword
يُبنَى المنار له بأعلى مَعلَم
ويصدّ عنه غارةَ الفتَّاكِ
A minaret is built for him at the highest monument
And wards off the attack of the killer
فَلَكَم له من مُحكَمَاتِ قصائِدٍ
أبياتُها التِّيجانُ للأملاكِ
So how many solid poems does he have
Whose verses are crowns for royalty
وإليكها مني عجالة حشمة
جاءت بُعذرِ ليس بالأفّاكِ
And here is a modest gift hastily from me
That came with an excuse that is not fabricated
قَنصت من الكافات أصليَّاتِها
مدّت عليها محكماتِ شِبَاكِ
I hunted from poems their original parts
I extended them with solid compositions of nets
أرسَلتُهَا لتنوبَ في شُكرِ الذي
قررتُ مِن وُدٍّ به استمساكِي
I sent them to substitute in thanking the one
Whose affection I have decided to cling to
أبقاك ربي عالي الأقدار ما
ضَحِك الأزاهر للغمام الباكي
May God keep you, of high glory, as long as
The flowers smile at the crying clouds
ثم السلام عليك مني ما شَدَت
وُرقُ الحَمَامِ على غصون أراكِ
Then greetings unto you from me for as long
As the turtledoves' leaves cling to the branches of the grove
