سَرى طيفُ سُعْدى بعَدما هطل النّدى
وكاد قَوامُ الليلِ إن يتأودا
The specter of my beloved crept by after the dew fell
And the darkness of night was about to settle in
وهَبّ الصَّبا النجديُّ يحمل بردَه
حِذاراً إذا ما ماس إن يتقصدا
The Najdi breeze blew, carrying its coldness
Beware, lest it intentionally assault you
عجِبتُ له كيفَ أهتداني بحندسٍ
لو أن هلال الأفق يسريه ما اهتدى
I wondered how it found me with such intuition
If the crescent of the horizon were guiding it, it wouldn't have found its way
ألمّ فأهدى لي المنام سلامه
ولو لم يَزُرْ مَا بتُ إلاّ مُسَهّدا
It came over to me and brought me sleep’s greetings
Had it not visited, I would have stayed sleepless
فارشفني ثغراً ولاَصقني حَشاً
وافرشني شعْراً ووسَّدني يَدا
It laid me down and stuck me to the ground
Spread me out and used its hand as my pillow
فبتُ أهزّ الغصنَ أهيف ما يئساً
وعدتُ أضمُّ الظبي أحررَ أغيدا
I stayed shaking the branch, hopeless
And returned to hugging the gazelle, freeing the tied up baby deer
ومَنْ ريقِه راحي ومَنْ دُرّ ثغره
أقبلُ فوقَ الخدّ زَهراً مُبَدّدا
And from its saliva is my scent, and from its mouth’s pearls
Above the cheek I kiss scattered flowers
له اللهُ طيفاً ما أبَّر معَ الكَرِيَ
وأكثر إسعاداً وما كان مُسْعدَا
May God keep its specter, so loyal and true
Bringing abundant joy, though it was not made to be happy
تعلّم مِنْ أجفانِه جسمي الضنى
وأصلحَ مني ما أرادَ وَأفْسَدا
My body learned patience from its eyelids
And it corrected what it wanted of me and ruined what was corrupt
واضعف سلواني وقوى حبابتي
واصلح مني ما أراد وأفسد
It weakened my authority and strengthened my love
And it corrected what it wanted of me and ruined what was corrupt
ولائمةٍ لي فيه لو بَصُرتْ به
لكانتْ فِداءً لي وكَنْتُ له فِدَا
Blameworthy to me if it could see it
It would ransom me, and I would ransom it
يحاول إرْشادي فانّ لحاظَهُ
لتأمرني أَنْ لا أُطاوعُ مُرْشدّا
It tries to guide me, for its glances
Command me not to obey any guide
ويسالني عن شعْرِه وجبينِه
فقلتُ رأيت الحسنَ أبيضَ اسودَا
It asks me of its hair and forehead
I said: “I saw beauty, black and white”
علامَا مُقامي بالحصُيب على الظمى
وقد كنت لا أرضى بدجلة مَوَرْدا
Why do I stay at al-Husayb so thirsty?
When before I would not be satisfied by the Tigris as my drinking fountain