كَم تَهيمُ كم تَجِبُ
كم تَهي وَتَضطَرِبُ
How often you rave, how often you become confused,
How often you wander and become disturbed,
كُلما أَقولُ سَلا
جَدَّ ذلك اللَعِبُ
Whenever I say "good morning",
That game intensifies,
كُلَّما أَقولُ خَبا
شَبَّ ذلك اللَهَبُ
Whenever I say "it went well",
That flame flares up,
أَيُّها الفُؤادُ تما
ديكَ في الهَوى عَجبُ
O my heart, your persistence in love is strange,
Does my beauty’s aloofness really have a reason?
ما نِفارُ فاتِنَتي
يا تُرى لهُ سَبَبُ
Except that I’m tired of love for her,
And by her I’m exhausted,
غيرَ أَنَّني كَلِفٌ
في الهَوى بها تَعِبُ
Remembering when she forgets,
Doing what I must do,
ذاكِرٌ إِذا نَسيَت
قائِمٌ بما يجِبُ
My charm is beauty, grace and etiquette,
Has she realized who she's carried
فِتنَتي الجَمالُ وَعُذ
رى الجمالُ وَالأَدَبُ
Among the excellent nobility?
Has she realized Abbas’s status
هَل دَرَت بِمَن حَمَلَت
في المَهامهِ النُجُبُ
Among those who rode (with him)?
She hasn't been touched by it,
هَل دَرَت مَكانةَ عَبّا
سَ بينَ مَن رَكِبوا
No attachment in her path,
Rather, she returned and took pleasure
فَهيَ لَم يُلِمَّ بها
في طريقِها لَغَبُ
In the desolate ruins,
Has she seen their faces
بل عَدَت وَلَذَّ لها
في المَفاوِزِ الخَبَبُ
In her shooting stars?
She is wakeful in her abode
هل رَأت وجوهَهُمُ
في سَمائِها الشُهُب
Watching and waiting,
Have you seen those who left
فَهيَ في مَنازِلها
ساهرٌ وَمُرتَقِب
In caravans, they haven't left?
You didn't miss their riding
هَل رَأَيتَ من ذَهَبوا
قافِلينَ لا ذَهبوا
In the morning when they rode,
The Hejaz is their direction,
لا عَدِمتَ رَكبَهُمُ
في الصَباح إِذ رَكِبوا
Religious duties and kinship ties,
The Prophet seeks them
وَالحِجازُ قِبلَتُهُم
وَالفُروضُ وَالقُرَب
And the lover comes closer,
Yearning pulls them
وَالنَبِيُّ يَطلُبُهم
وَالمُحِبُّ يَقتَربُ
And longing attracts them,
Majesty comforts them,
وَالحَنينُ يَجذُبُهُم
وَالمَشوقُ يَنجَذِب
Carpentry and reputation,
Give me the good news, tell me,
وَالجَلال يُؤنِسُهم
وَالنجارُ وَالحَسَبُ
Have they come closer?
What are the Arabs repeating
هاتِ يا بَشيرُ أَدِر
ذِكرَهُم أَلا اِقتَرَبوا
In their lands?
Because of their voice, gold poured
ما الذي تُرَدِّدُه
في بِلادِها العَرَبُ
In their dwellings,
And the clouds garlanded them
سالَ في رُبوعِهِمُ
مِن نَداهُمُ الذَهَبُ
From its sky,
So the poor man came to him
وَاِنبَرَت تُقَلِّدُهُم
مِن سمائِها السُحُبُ
In his meager home,
And the plains reached it
فَالفَقيرُ جاءَ لهُ
في ديارهِ النَشبُ
After the absence of vegetation,
Come on, give me the good news, tell me briefly,
وَالسُهولُ واصَلَها
بَعدَ هَجرِهِ العُشُب
If you say more, you are generous,
Descended from the generous,
إيهِ يا بَشيرُ أَفِض
ما تَقولُ مُقتَضَبُ
Or if you refrain, our appointment
Will unfold difficulties,
إِن تَزِد فَذو كرمٍ
لِلكِرامِ يَنتَسِبُ
And poetry will frolic in it,
The poems will be preserved
أَو تُرِد فَمَوعِدُنا
ما سَتَشرَحُ الخُطَبُ
In their books’ chests.
وَالنَدِيُّ تَمرَحُ في
هِ القَصائِدُ القُشُبُ
وَالذي سَتَحفَظهُ
في صُدورِها الكُتُبُ
