تفرّغتُ من شغلِ العداوة والظعنِ

وصرتُ إلى دار الإقامةِ والأمن

I have freed myself from the toil of enmity and slander,

And arrived at the abode of stability and safety.

أمقتولةَ الأجفانِ من دمعِ حزنِها

أفيقي فإنّي قد أفقتُ من الحزن

O eyelids slain by the tears of sorrow,

Awaken, for I have awakened from sorrow.

فللهِ سيرى يوم ودّعتُ صحبتي

زماعاً ولم أقرع على ندمِ سنّي

By God, the day I bid farewell to my companions

As a recalcitrant youth filled with regret over my years,

رحلتُ فكم من جؤذر وغَضنفرٍ

يُروّي الثرى من فضلِ أدمعهِ الهتنِ

How many a Juthur and Ghadhnafir plant

Will water the soil with the excess of their sorrowful tears?

وما عن قِلَىّ فارقت تربَة أرضكم

ولكنني أشفقتُ فيها من الدَّفن

It is not because I have left behind the ashes of your land

But because I feared burial in it.

مررتُ بشوس والنجومُ كأنهَّا

توّقُد من فكري وتُسرجُ من ذهني

I passed by Sowis, and the stars were as if

They were lit by my thoughts and saddled by my mind.

وأسريتُ من بدرِ الظلامِ بألبَة

بصحبةِ مطفي الجمرِ أو مكفىءِ الظعن

I traveled from the full moon of darkness with strength

In the company of the fire-quencher or the avenger of slander.

لبسنا بها ليلاً من الثلجِ أبيضاً

كسته يُد الصَّنبَّر ثوباً من القطن

We wore there a night as white as snow

Which the tailor dressed in a gown of cotton.

ورحنا على البيرة فاستقلّ بي

جناحُ عُقابٍ لا يروحُ إلى وَكن

And we sailed on the open desert until I was carried away

By the wing of an eagle that does not return to its nest.

ولما تنكّبنا المنكب لم نجد

لنا مركباً أهدى سبيلاً من السفن

When we turned back, we did not find

A ship to guide us better than the ships.

ترامت بنا الأهوالُ في كل لجّةٍ

تخيّلُها جوّاً تجلَّل بالدَّجن

Calamities were cast at us in every cove

That seemed like an atmosphere filled with fog.

ترى السَّفنَ فوق الموجِ فيها كأنَّها

تحدَّرُ من رعنٍ وتوفي على رعن

You see the ships above the waves in them as if

They were descending from weakness and leaning on weakness.

فبوأتُ رحلي ظِلَّ أروعِ ماجدٍ

يقُول بلا خُلفٍ ويُعطي بلا مَنّ

So I pitched my tent in the shade of the most magnificent ancestor

Who speaks without falsehood and gives without stinginess,

إمام وصيُّ المصطفى وابنُ عمّه

أبوه فتم الفخرُ بين أبٍ وابن

The trustee of the Chosen One and his cousin’s son

His father completed the pride between father and son.