رقى بك مجدٌ اقعد الصيد مرتقى
فسدت ملوك الارض غرباً ومشرقا
Glory raised you; sit at the summit of glory
The kings of earth have been corrupted, east and west
ركزت بصدر الدهر رمحاً مثقَّفاً
وجرَّدت عضباً للزّمان مُذلقا
You have planted in the breast of time a sharpened spear
And unsheathed a blade for the humiliated age
وما انت الا الليث عزماً ونجدة
وحزما واقداما وكفّاً ومفرقا
You are but the lion in resolve and aid
And discretion, steps, palms, and separation
وهل يطرقُ الليث الهزبر بغابه
وان هو امسى في حمى البيت مطرقا
Does the lion stumble at the roar in his jungle?
Though he spent the night in the sanctuary of home secluded
اذا اعتقل الرمح الرديني واستوى
على متن طرف يسبق الطرف معنقا
When the well-groomed spear is straightened
On a body whose flank outruns the flank trained
تكفل ارزاق القشاعم ظافراً
بمارقةٍ تقتاد للحرب فيلقا
Provide the livelihood of warriors triumphant
With a piercing glance that leads squadrons to battle
اعدّ لها فضفاضة الحرب معلماً
على ظهر مفتول الأياطل ابلقا
Prepare for it the ample space of war, erect
On the back of a supple-sided stallion dappled
اخو راحةٍ تستغرق الدهر نائلا
فلو لامست صخرا اصماً لأورقا
A brother of ease who spends his time attaining
That if he touched deaf rock it would turn verdant
واين الغمام الجون من فيض جوده
وان جاد شؤبوب الغمائم مغدقا
Where is the heavy-raining cloud from his pouring bounty
Though the clouds of misfortune pour heavily
وليس بمأمونٍ على بذل نفسه
اذا ما عنان البذل للوفد اطلقا
He cannot be trusted to give his soul
If the reins of generosity are loosened for the delegation
تجمَّع فيه الفضل والبذل خلقةً
وكم مدَّع بالفضل جهلا تخلّقا
Generosity and munificence were created in him
While the pretender feigned them in ignorance
خلعت عذاري والتجمل شيمتي
بحب ابن اشراف بصبري حلَّقا
My virtue and glory have been stripped
By love for the son of nobles with my patience entwined
يتيه على العاني بقدٍّ مهفهفٍ
وخدٍّ به ماء الشباب ترقرقا
He wanders, distracted by passion, with swaying gait
And cheek whose water of youth flows gently
اسرّح احداقي به فكأنه
حديقة روض فوقها الحسن احدقا
I delight my eyes with him, as though he were
A garden, above it beauty hovering
جلت لك محمرّ الشقيق كأنما
افاضت عليه من سنا الشمس رونقا
I have confessed to you the redness of my passion as if
The radiance of his brilliant sun had poured upon it
يقرّط اسماعي بنغمة صادح
ارقُّ واحلى من صدى الجرس منطقا
He rings in my hearing with a fervent voice
More gentle and sweet than the echo of bells speaking
لقد رقَّ اعطافاً وراق شمائلا
فساغ به كاسي صبوحاً ومغبقا
Graceful he moved, and fair his features
Thereby freely making my morning and evening intoxicated
