لمن بقايا طَللٍ ماثلِ

خالي الثَّرى من أَهله عاطِلِ

For the ruins' remnants appearing,

The land empty of its people, inoperative,

تداركته كلُّ خَّوارةٍ

تَغذوه بالطَّلِّ وبالوابِلِ

Seized by every humiliated one,

Feeding it with rising and descending,

تَمَنَّ روضُ الحَزنِ من وشيهِ

له وُشاحاً ليس بالحائلِ

The garden of sorrow wished for its prosperity,

To have for it a wrap not separated,

تواسطَ الوحشَ بغُدرانه

لا تعرف العامَ من القابِلِ

The wilderness mediated its betrayal,

Not knowing the year from the reception,

ما ضرَّ من ضنَّ بميعادهِ

لو جادَ أَو علَّلَ بالباطِلِ

No harm from who was stingy with his promise,

Whether he was generous or justified with falsehood,

أُعيذُ مجدولَ نقا رِدفهِ

بَجذِب عِطْفَى غصنهِ المائِلِ

I seek refuge for the pure stream of Majdoul,

Pulling the inclination of its bending branch,

مالي الى قومكِ ذنب سِوى

حبكِ يا ذات الهوى القاتِلِ

What sin do I have towards your people,

Except your love, oh essence of deadly passion,

وما عليهم غير تأويلهم

في أَنْ أُحيي عَلَمي عاقِلِ

And they have no other than their interpretation,

That I keep my flag raised,

أَو أَتمنى وائراً في الكَرى

يَسري بلا واشٍ ولا عَاذِلِ

Or I wish for a tender one among the loved ones,

Flowing without barrier or repeller,

فأَسأَلُ النائلَ من طِيفِهِ

يَبخَل بالردِّ على السَّائِلِ

So I ask the attainer of its spirit,

Who is stingy in responding to the questioner,

هلْ لِسَواد الشَّعرِ من أَوبةٍ

أَو حيلةٍ في لونه الحَائِلِ

Is there for the blackness of hair a returning,

Or a trick for its separating color,

قلت لحلو راقني قولُه

ما أَحوجَ القولَ الى فَاعِلِ

I said to the sweet talker his words allure me,

How needy is the word for a doer,

أَعيا على الغَامزِ تقويمَه

ومن يُداوي مَرضَ الجَاهِل

I am incapable of straightening the critic,

And who can cure the disease of the ignorant,

ما حملتُ أُنثى ولا طرقتْ

بمثل فخرِ الدولةِ الكَامِلِ

I neither carried a female nor walked

The like of the pride of the perfect state,

أمضى ولا أَنفذ في مُشكلٍ

تغفَل عنه فِطنةُ العَاقِلِ

I execute and do not falter in a problem,

That the mind of the sensible one neglects,

جاءتْ مع الريحِ تَهادى بهِ

حَرفٌ كحرف المرنفِ النَّاحِلِ

There came with the wind conversing with it,

A letter like the letter of the ample feather,

جاءت بوال نهيه كالردى

وأَمره كالقدرِ النَّازِلِ

Bringing orders to obey and prohibitions,

And his matter like the descending decree,

لا سَورةُ الغيظِ ولا ضِغنُه

يمنعُ من انصافه الشَّامِلِ

Neither the fence of anger nor his disdain,

Prevent the fairness that includes all,

حكَّم في سطوته عفوَه

وزين الاقدام بالنَّائِلِ

He made his pardoning the judge of his power,

And adorned the steps with execution,

انَّ نَهَاوَنْدَ وأَجبالَها

لم تك الاَّ شحمةَ الآكِلِ

The mountains of Nahawand and its surroundings,

Were only morsels for the glutton,

طالتْ على العجمِ ولم تحتفل

بالعرب أَهلِ الشاءِ والجَامِلِ

They were long upon the non-Arabs without celebration

For the Arabs, people of nature and beauty,

شَواهقٌ في الثلج مدفونةٌ

وسبلٌ تعيى على السَّائِلِ

Tall mountains buried in snow,

And roads that exhaust the questioner,

تَسمعُ للجِنِّ بغيطانها

ما شئتَ من جِدٍّ ومن هَازِلِ

You hear the Jinn wailing in its valleys,

Whatever you want of truth and imagination,

ومن لصوصٍ كذئابِ الغَضَا

تَختَطِفُ الشَّسْعَ من النَّاعِلِ

And thieves like hungry wolves,

Snatching the wrap from the weaver,

لم يشفها الافشينُ من دائِها

ولا اللُخيميُّ أَخو وَائِلِ

It was not cured of its disease by Al Afshin,

And nor Al Lukhami the friend of losers,

حتى تلافاها وقد أَعضلتْ

أَضبَطُ مثلُ الأَسدِ البَاسِلِ

Until he cured it while it was defiant,

I smite the example of the courageous lion,

مُغامسُ الوردِ بهِ غُلَّةٌ

نأيُ الذراعين من الكاهِلِ

Bathing in roses he has stains,

The two arms away from the shoulder,

يلتهم البَرَّ بِرجْراجَةٍ

كأَنها البحرُ بلا سَاحِلِ

He eats the land with growling,

As if it is the sea without a coast,

مُرَّنَّقُ الطير على ضَربها

يكاد يدنو من يدِ النَّابِلِ

Birds fluttering away from his striking,

Almost reaching the hand of the shooter,

كأنما النسرُ بها رايةٌ

بينَ سِنانِ الرمحِ والعَامِلِ

As if with it the eagle is a flag,

Between the spearhead and the worker,

سائلْ بِشَابِرْ خَاشَ أَوداجَها

ما صنعتْ بالأسلِ الذَّابلِ

Ask Shabir Khash his smashed pots,

What it did with the languid sword,

تَتْبعُ طلقاً في الوغَى وجهُهُ

كالسيفِ يُجلَى بيدِ الصَّاقِلِ

Its face follows directly in the calamity,

Like the polished sword in the hand of the sharpener,

وفيتَ للجندِ فلم يَعْدَموا

زيادةً من طولكَ الطَّائِلِ

And you sufficed the army so they did not miss,

An increase from your abundant height,

ذلك يومٌ وعدُه حاضرٌ

ينفع فيه عملُ العَامِلِ

That is a day its promise is present,

In which the worker's deed benefits,

ما نالَ ما نلتَ به ظافرٌ

في عاجلِ الدهرِ وفي الآجِلِ

No triumphant attained what you attained,

In the present of fate and in the future,

من بدَرِ التبر التي أعجزت

مذلةَ الوازنِ والكائلِ

With the full moons that made helpless,

The debasement of the rival and blamer,

قد كان من قبلِكَ عبَّالَهَا

كتائباً من نصرِهِ الخَاذِلِ

There were before you its horsemen,

Battalions of victories now lost,

باللُورِ حولاً نتقاضى المُنى

ما تَعِدُ النفسُ من الباطِلِ

With al-Lur we exchange wishes,

What the soul promises of falsehood,

واهاً لمنْ أَحقبَ تصديرُهُ

لو حمل الثِقلَ على حَامِلِ

Woe to whom the export of it burdens,

If he carried the weight upon the carrier,

ثم عطفنا لخيلَ مجنونةً

تَدَّرِعُ النقعَ الى بابِلِ

Then we turned to crazed horses,

Clothed with armor to Babylon,

والمَحْلُ قد جَلَّلَ آفاقَها

فأهلُها في شُغُلٍ شَاغِلِ

And the abode has covered its horizons,

So its people are busy,

بَرَّقْتَ في جوهم برقَةً

حلَّتْ عَزَالى مزنِك الهَاطِلِ

You lightened in their atmosphere with lightning,

That landed between parts of your pouring clouds,

قابلكَ النصرُ ولا نبَّهَتْ

منكَ الأعادي سِنَةَ الغَافِلِ

Victory met you and did not alert from you,

The enemies the example of the neglectful,

لا شمسُكَ الجَونَةُ مَحْجُوبَةٌ

عنا ولا ظِلُّكَ بالزائِلِ

Neither your shining sun obscured from us,

Nor your shadow by the departing,