هذا اللِّوَى وَالحَيُّ مِنْ أَمامِهِ

قَدْ خَفَقَ البَرْقُ عَلى أَعْلامِهِ

This beauty and the living one in front of him

The lightning has fluttered over his flags

وَهَذِهِ مَرابِعُ السِّرْبِ الَّذِي

تَخَوَّفَ الآسادُ مِنْ آرامِهِ

And these are the squares of the flock which

The lions feared from their tranquility

مِنْ كُلِّ وَسْنانِ العُيونِ لَمْ يَزَلْ

يَحْجُبُ جَفْنَ الصَّبِّ عَنْ مَنامِهِ

From every gleaming eye, he continued

To veil the eyelid of the youngster from his sleep

يُرِيْكَ وَجْهاً وَثَنايا لُمَّعاً

وَقَامَةً تَهْتَزُّ فِي الْتِزامِهِ

It shows you a face, and supple cheeks

And a body that sways in its wrap

كَالبَدْرِ فِي تَمامِهِ وَالدُّرِّ فِي

نِظامِهِ وَالغُصْنِ فِي قَوامِهِ

Like the full moon in its wholeness, and the pearl in

Its stringing, and the branch in its erectness

تَكاثَرَ اللَّثْمُ عَلى خُدُودِهِ

فَاعْتاضَ مِنْ لَثْمِيَ عَن لِثامِهِ

Kisses multiplied on his cheeks

So he protested against my kiss from his veil

وَمَرَّ يُخْفِي خَدَّهُ بِكُمِّهِ

فَقُلْتُ هَذا الوَرْدُ فِي أَكْمامِهِ

And he passed hiding his cheek with his sleeve

So I said this rose is in its buds

كَمْ لَيْلَةٍ وَصَلْتُها بِشَعْرِهِ

فَلَمْ أَخَفْ صُبْحاً سِوَى ابْتِسامِهِ

How many nights I connected with his hair

Yet I sensed no morning except his smile

تَنُوبُ لِي خَدَّاهُ عَنْ صَباحِهِ

وَرِيْقُهُ العاطِرُ عَنْ مُدامِهِ

His cheeks substitute for me his dawn

And his fragrant saliva for his wine

فَلَيسَ لِلْقَلْبِ خَدِيْنٌ غَيْرَهُ

وَلَيسَ لِلدِّيْنِ سِوَى حُسامِهِ

So the heart has no two cheeks but his

And the religion has no sword but his

عَلِيٌّ الحَاجِبُ لا أَمْوالَهُ

وَقامِعُ المُفْسِدِ بِانْتِقامِهِ

Ali, the protector, not his money

And the suppressor of the corrupt in his revenge

كَالْغَيْثِ طَوْراً مُبْرِقاً وَمُرْعِداً

وَمَاؤُهُ لأَمَلِ انْسِجامِهِ

Like heavy rain, lightning and thunder

And its water for the hope of its harmony

حامِلُ عِبءِ المُلْكِ لا يَؤُودُهُ

وَطبُّهُ المُبْرِئُ مِنْ سَقامِهِ

Bearer of the burden of the kingdom, it does not exhaust him

And his medicine is the healer of its illness

وَلَمْ يَزَلْ فِي سَلْمِهِ وَحَرْبِهِ

مُؤَيَّدَ الآراءِ بِاهُتِمامِهِ

And he remained in his peace and war

Supported opinions with his interest

فُكُفْرُ زَمَّارَ عَلى طِعانِهِ

وَقْفٌ وَحَرَّانُ عَلى طَعامِهِ

So the blasphemy of the critic over his defamation

And stopping and prohibiting his food

يَومَ انْثَنَى أَتابِكٌ هَزِيمَةً

مِنْكَ يَرى سَيْفَكَ فِي أَحْلامِهِ

The day a commander bent defeated

From you he sees your sword in his dreams

جَمَعْتَ بِالرَّأيِ قُلوباً مُزِّقَتْ

عَلَيْهِ فَاسْتَعْصَمَ بِانْهِزامِهِ

You united hearts torn apart over it

So he sought protection in his defeat

مَواقِفٌ مَشْكورَةٌ مَشْهورةٌ

جَرى بِهَا المُلْكُ عَلى انْتِظامِهِ

Thanked positions known

With which the kingdom flowed in its system

ما المَلِكُ الأَشْرَفُ إِلا راشِقٌ

رَماهُ بالأَصَلَبِ مِن سِهَامِهِ

What is the most noble king but a shooter

Who hit him with the firmest of his arrows

أَشْكو إِلَيْكَ الدَّهْرَ يا مَنْ يَدُهُ

مالِكَةٌ لِلْفَضْلِ مِنْ زِمامِهِ

I complain to you of time, O you whose hand

Is sovereign of virture from its reins

وَسائِلٍ عَنْ حالَتِي أَجَبْتُهُ

لا يُسْأَلُ النَّائِمُ عَنْ مَنامِهِ

And asking about my state, I answered him

The sleeping is not asked about his dream

أَنا بِمَيَّا فَارِقيْنَ مِثْلَمَا

أَقِيْلُ فِي حَرَّانَ فِي إِنْعامِهِ

I am in Mayya, separated, just as I

Spend my time in Harran in his favor

بَقِيْتَ ما غَنَّى حَمامُ أَيْكَةٍ

فِي غَلَسِ الصُّبْحِ وَفِي ظَلامِهِ

You remained what the pigeons of Aika sang

In the smoothness of dawn and in its darkness