حَيِّ المَنازِلَ قَد عَفَت أَطلالُها

وَعَفا الرُسومَ بِمورِهِنَّ شَمالُها

The dwellings have faded in decay

And their vestiges have faded away

قَفراً وَقَفتُ بِها فَقُلتُ لِصاحِبي

وَالعَينُ يَسبُقُ طَرفَها إِسبالُها

I stood in ruins and said to my friend

As my eyes outpaced their gaze

أَقوى الغَياطِلُ مِن حِراجِ مَبَرَّةٍ

فَخُبوتُ سَهوَةَ قَد عَفَت فَرِمالُها

Stronger than the stones of Mabarrah's ruins

Its ramparts have crumbled away

وَتَقاصَرَت أُصُلاً شُخوصُ أُرومِها

حَتّى مَثَلنَ وَأَعرَضَت أَغفَالُها

And its towering heights have diminished

Until they were leveled and razed

الضارِبونَ أَمامَها وَوَراءَها

بِمُهنَّداتٍ قَد أُجيد صِقالُها

Those who stand before and behind it

With burnished, shining swords

الحِلمُ أَثبَتُ مَنزِلاً في صَدرِهِ

مِن هَضبِ صِندِدَ حَيثُ حَلَّ خَيالُها

Wisdom lodged most firmly in his heart

Where its specter appeared on the hillside

وَلَوَجهُهُ عِندَ المَسائِل إِذ غَدا

وَغَدَت فَواضِلُ سَيبِهِ وَنَوالُها

When issues arose, his face shone

As the cups of his sword and scabbard glistened

بِالخَيرِ أَبلَجُ مِن سِقايَةِ راهِبٍ

تُجلى بِمَوزَنَ مُشرِقٌ تِمثالُها

Brighter than a monk's pure water

Gleaming like the statue in its niche