إذا هبَّ مُبتَلُّ النَسيمِ على الوَردِ
تذكَّرتُ شِعري في مورَّدهِ الخدِّ
When the damp breeze blows over the roses,
When the breeze blows gently on the rose
I recall my verse on the rose-tinted cheek.
I recall my poetry in its exquisite abode
وَإن أَمطَرَت سحبٌ وفيها بَوارِقٌ
بكيتُ وَفي قَلبي لهيبٌ من الوَجدِ
And if clouds rain, with lightning flashing within them,
And when clouds rain with lightning
I weep, with a flame of longing in my heart.
I weep, and in my heart burns ardent fervor
يحجِّبها عَنّي الرَقيبُ وَدونَها
حجابان من هجرٍ شَديدٍ وَمن بُعدِ
The watcher veils her from me, and before her stand
She is veiled from me by the guard and between us
Two veils—harsh estrangement and distance.
Are barriers of estrangement and distance
وَما فِعلُ سَهمٍ سَدَّدَتهُ من النَوى
كَفِعلِ حُسامٍ جَرَّدَته من الصَدِّ
And the effect of an arrow of separation she aimed is not
An arrow shot with good aim
Like that of a sword of rejection she unsheathed.
Is like a sword unsheathed with purpose
فَرُبَّ نَوىً تَأتيكَ من غيرِ عامدٍ
وَليسَ يَجيء الصَدُّ إِلّا على عَمد
For many a separation comes to you from one who did not intend it,
So a random arrow may strike you
But rejection comes only by deliberate intent.
While a sword is always wielded with intent
دَع الشِعرَ في وَصف النِساءِ وَخلَّه
وَبادِر بِتَنظيم الجواهِر في مجدي
Set aside verse describing women, and leave it be,
Leave poetry describing women and make it
And hasten to string jewels in praise of Majdi.
Embellished with gems in glory
فَلَيسَ يَقيس العاقِل البخلَ بِالنَدى
وَليسَ يَقيس العاقِلُ الهَزلَ بِالجِدِّ
For the wise do not equate stinginess with generosity,
For the wise do not compare stinginess to dew
Nor do the wise equate jest with earnestness.
Nor foolishness to seriousness
أَميرٌ لهُ فِكرٌ إِذا رُمتَ وَصفَه
فَدَع قَولَهُم كَالرُمحِ وَالسَهمِ وَالحَدِّ
A prince with an intellect—if you seek to describe it,
A leader whose merits you describe
Then abandon their saying, "like a spear, an arrow, a cutting edge."
Leave comparisons of spears, arrows and swords
علا وَدَعاني لِلمَدائِح فَضلهُ
فَنَظَّمتُ حَبّاتِ الكَواكِب في عِقدِ
He rose high, and his excellence called me to praise,
He summoned me to praise his virtues
So I strung the beads of the stars into a necklace.
So I strung stars into a necklace
أَخا المَجد خُذها وَهيَ في السَير كَالصَبا
وَفي نَشرِها كَالوَردِ وَالآسِ وَالنَدِّ
O brother of glory, take it: in its travels it is like the east wind,
O brother of glory take them while traveling like the morning breeze
And in its fragrance, like the rose, the myrtle, and incense.
And in spreading like flowers, myrtle and dew
فَلا زِلتَ خِدنَ العِزِّ وَالفَخر وَالنَدى
وَلا زِلتَ تِربَ المجدِ وَالفَضلِ وَالسَعد
So may you ever be the companion of honor, pride, and generosity,
You remain the bosom friend of glory, pride and bounty
And may you ever be the peer of glory, excellence, and good fortune.
And you remain nurturing glory, virtue and fortune
Sol 6.1