لِمَنْ شَجَرٌ قَدْ أثْقَلَتْها ثِمارُها
سَفائِنُ بَرٍّ وَالسَّرابُ بِحارُها
For whom the tree is laden with fruit
Illusions are the ships on dry land and the mirage at sea
حُرُوفٌ إِذْا اسْتَقْرَأْتَها فِي انْفِرادِها
سُطُورٌ إِذْا اسْتَوْلى عَلَيْها قِطارُها
Letters when you recite them alone
Lines when their train is unleashed upon them
حَنايا إِذْا السَّاري السَّريُّ ارْتَمى بها
فَهُنَّ سِهامٌ يَسْتَطيرُ شَرارها
Melodies when the secret beneath them flows
For they are arrows, their sparks take flight
تَوالَتْ كَمَوْجِ الْبَحْر مُزْبِدَةَ البُرى
عَلَيْها قِبابٌ بِالدُّموعِ احْمِرارُها
They came in succession, like the foam-crested waves of the sea
With domes built with tears reddened over them
وَفِي الْكِلَّةِ الْحَمْراءِ بَيْضاءُ طَفْلَةٌ
بِزُرْقِ عُيُونِ السُّمْرِ يُحْمى أحْوِرارُها
In the red skullcap a white infant
The blue of whose dark eyes is guarded by its lids
أَثارَ لَها نَقْعُ الجِيادِ سُرادِقاً
بِهِ دونَ سِتْرِ الخِدْرِ عَنَّا اسْتِتارُها
The pawing of steeds raised a canopy for her
Without any screen to veil us from it
لَها طَلْعَةٌ مِنْ شَعْرِها وَجَبيِنها
تَعانَقَ فِيها لَيْلُها وَنَهارُها
She has a charm in her hair and brow
Where her night and day intertwined
لَها مِن مَهاةِ الرَّمْلِ جِيدٌ مُقْلَةٌ
وَلَيْسَ لَها اسْتِيحاشُها وَنِفارُها
She has a smooth neck from the sands of Maha
She feels no shame or aversion
ومَا سَكَنَتْ وادِي الْعَقِيقِ وَلا الْغَضَى
وَلكِنْ بِعَيْني أَوْ بِقَلْبيَ دارُها
She dwelt not in the valley of ‘Aqeeq or Ghadha
But in my eye or heart her home
إِذْا ما الثُّرَيَّا وَالهلالُ تَقارَنا
أُشَكِّكُ هَلْ ذا قُرْطُها وَسِوارُها
When the Pleiades and the crescent moon come together
I doubt, are these her earrings and bracelet?
فَأَيُّ قَضِيبٍ جالَ فِيهِ وِشاحُها
وَأَيُّ كَثيبٍ ضاقَ عَنْهُ إزارُها
What staff was it that her scarf trailed over
And what dune was too narrow for her skirt?
ومَا كُنْتُ أّدْري قَبْلَ لُؤْلؤِ ثَغْرِها
بِأَنَّ نَفيساتِ الَّلآِليْ صِغارُها
I did not know before the pearls of her mouth
That the finest treasures are small
هِيَ الْبَدْرُ إِلاَّ أنَّ عِنْدي مَحاقَهُ
هِيَ الْخِمْرُ إلاّ أَنَّ حَظَّيْ خُمارُها
She is the full moon, except in my regard her fullness is waning
She is the wine, except my share of her is denied
أَيا كَعْبَةً مِنْ خالِها حَجَرٌ لَها
بَعيدٌ عَلَيْنا حَجُّها وَاعْتِمارُها
O Kaaba of loveliness, around which a stone of her mole
Circumambulating and praying is far from us
فَإنْ بَلَغَتْها النَّفْسُ يَوْماً بِشِقِّها
فَقَلْبِي لَها هَدْيٌ وَدَمْعي جِمارُها
If her breath reaches there one day in yearning
My heart is an offering to it and my tears its ritual wash
سَقَى اللَّهُ مَيَّافارِقينَ وَقَدْ سَقَى
سِجالَ سَحابٍ لا يَغِبُّ قِطارُها
May God water those separated from their lovers, He already watered
The trailing trains of clouds that never cease
ومَالِيَ أَسْتَسْقي لَها صَيِّبَ الحَيا
وَراحَةُ سَيْفِ الدّينِ تَطْفُو بِحارُها
Why should I ask for water from the rain clouds of life
When the sword of faith sails upon its sea
فَفي بَحْرِ مالٍ قَدْ تَطَلَّعَ قَصْرُها
وَفِي بَحْرِ ماءٍ يَسْتِقِرُّ قَرارُها
So in a sea of wealth her palace looked
And in a sea of water her abode was still
هُوَ العادِلُ الظَّلاَّمُ لِلْمالِ وَالْعِدى
خَزائِنُهُ قَدْ أَقْفَرَتْ وَدِيارُها
He is just, unjust towards wealth and enmity
His coffers are empty and her homes desolate
كَريمٌ لَهُ نَفْسٌ تَجُودُ بِما حَوَتْ
وَأَعْجَبُ شيْءٍ بَعْدَ ذاكَ اعْتِذارُها
He is generous, his soul gives freely what it contains
And most wondrous after that, his excusing it
عَليمٌ بِنورِ اللَّهِ يَنْظُرُ قَلْبُهُ
فَلَمْ يُغْنِ أَسْرارَ الْقُلوبِ اسْتِتارُها
Learned, the light of God by which his heart sees
So the veiling of hearts could not conceal secrets from him
حُسامٌ لَهُ حَدٌّ يَرُوعُ مَضاؤُهُ
وَصَفْحَةُ صَفْحٍ لِلذُّنُوبِ اغْتِفارُها
It is a sword whose cutting edge inspires awe
And the surface of a sword, forgiving sins
لَهُ راحَةٌ فِي السَّلْمِ تُجْنى جِنانُها
وَيَوْمَ هِياجِ الحَرْبِ تُوقَدُ نارُها
He has tranquility in peace, from which gardens are reaped
And on the day battle stirs, its fire is kindled
فَأنْمُلُهُ طَوراً غُصُونٌ نَواضِرٌ
وَطَوْراً سُيُوفٌ دامِياتٌ شِفارُها
So at times branches, blossoming saplings
And at others, bloodied swords their edges bared
إِذْا خَطَبَتْ مِن كَفِّهِ فَوْقَ مِنْبَرٍ
فَسُودُ جَلابيبِ الشُّعورِ شِعارُها
If he makes an address above the pulpit
The veils of hair are black banners for him
بِهِ دَمَّرَ اللَّهُ الصَّليبَ وَأَهْلَهُ
بِهِ مِلَّةُ الإسْلامِ عَالٍ مَنارُها
Through him God destroyed the cross and its people
Through him the religion of Islam, its minarets exalted
فَلا زالَتِ الأفْلاكُ تَجْرِيِ بِنَصْرِهِ
وَلا زالَ عَنْهُ قُطبُها وَمَدارُها
So the spheres will never cease revolving with his aid
Neither will their axis and orbit turn from him
