أَلا أَرقت لِلَمعِ بَرقٍ سارِ
باتَت تُجَرِّدُهُ يَدُ الأَمطارِ
Oh, did I not stay awake longing for the lightening's flash
That the rains' hand kept stripping bare?
يَبدو وَيُخفيهِ الحَيا فَكَأَنَّهُ
عَزمٌ تجاذبهُ مِنَ الأَفكارِ
It appears and hides as life does, as though
A resolve torn between thoughts.
وافى عَلى شُعثٍ أَضاعَ كَراهُمُ
خِصبُ اللِّئامِ وَضَيعَةُ الأَحرارِ
It has come in disheveled wildness that their hate
Made fertile, vulnerability of the noble and lair of the vile.
عَمَدوا إِلى أَسيافِهِم فَكَأَنَّها
آلَت لِتُنجِدَهُم عَلى الأَقدارِ
They took up their swords as though they
Had become their ally against the fates.
يَحدو بِعِزِّهِمُ كَريمُ قَبيلَةٍ
ذُلُّ العَدوِ بِها وَعِزُّ الجارِ
The generous one of an honored tribe sings of their glory
The enemy's humiliation through it and the neighbor's honor.
يَرتاحُ لِلبَرقِ المُضيء وَلَو رَمى
في كُلِّ جارِحَةٍ بِحَذوَةِ نارِ
He rests easy with the illuminating lightening even if it cast
In each limb a blazing ember.
أَخيال عَذبَةَ ما هَداكِ لِعُصبَةٍ
صَحَبوا الدُّجا نَشوى بِغَيرِ عُقارِ
Sweet dreams, what led you to a tribe
Who accompanied darkness scintillating without sobriety?
ما زالَ عَضبُ البَينِ يَفري شَملَهُم
حَتّى طَرَقتَهُمُ عَلى الأَكوارِ
Anger's separation still rends their unity
Until it knocked them about destitute.
يا دارُ سُقيا لِلكَثيبِ وَصَحبُنا
آرامُهُ وَاللَّيلُ لَونُ عِذارِ
Oh Sukayna's house, our friends
Calm it, and the night is the hue of pure wine.
أَيّام فيكَ إِذا تَشاء يَدُ الهوى
جادَت بِبَدرِ دُجاً وَشَمسِ نَهارِ
Days in you, when the hand of passion wishes
Flow with a full moon's light and sun's rays.
قَصُرَت لَيالِيهِنَّ إِلّا أَنَّها
تَذَرُ النُّفوسَ طَويلَةَ التَّذكارِ
Their nights shortened but they
Leave souls lengthy in remembrance.
فَسَقى طُلولَكَ كُلَّ مُدَّلِج
مُتكَفِّلٍ بِتَبَسُّمِ الأَزهارِ
So it watered all your twisting torrent valleys
Undertaking the blossoms' smiles.
هَزِجٌ يُنَظِّمُ فَوق أَجيادِ الرُّبا
سِمطَي عَرارٍ فائِحٍ وَبَهارِ
A songster composing over coursing steeds
The aroma of a meadow, fragrant and fresh.
زَهرٌ كَزهرِ الشُّهبِ إِلّا أَنَّهُ
مُتَبَسِّمٌ مِن دَمعِهِنَّ الجاري
A flower like the flower of meteors except
It smiles with their flowing tears.
