أَرِقتُ لِبَرقٍ لا يُفَتِّرُ لامِعُه

بِشُهبِ الرُّبى وَاللَيلُ قَد نامَ هاجِعُه

I was kept awake by lightning whose glow knew no respite

With sparks that flew and a night whose lover lay sleeping

أَرِقتُ لَهُ مِن بَعدِ ما نامَ صُحبَتي

وَأَعجَبَني إيماضُهُ وَتَتَابُعُه

Kept awake was I though my companions slept

Its flashes enthralled me, came one after another

يُضيءُ صَبيراً مِن سَحابٍ كَأَنَّهُ

هِجانٌ أَرَنَّت لِلحَنينِ نَوازِعُه

Patiently lighting the clouds as if it were

A melody of yearning played by the nostalgic

هَنيئاً لِأُمِّ البَختَرِيِّ الرِوى بِهِ

وَإِن أَنهَجَ الحَبلُ الَّذي النَأيُ قاطِعُهُ

Happy is the mother of Bakhtari, quenched by it

Though distant is he, cut off by the rope of estrangement

لَقَد جَعَلَ المُستَبضِعُ الغُشَّ بَينَنا

لِيَصرِمَ حَبلَينا تَجُزُ بِضائِعُه

The reviler has surely slandered to separate us

That the rope binding us may be severed, lost its course

فَما سَرحَةٌ تَجري الجَداوِل تَحتَها

بِمُطَّرِدِ القيعانِ عَذبٍ يَنابِعُه

Not even a meadow with streams flowing under the trees

As sweet as the day she said: “Do you mend ties or break them?”

بِأَحسَنَ مِنها يَومَ قالَت بِذي الغَضا

أَتَرعى جَديدَ الحَبلِ أَم أَنتَ قاطِعُه