أَمَعلَمُها بَينَ العَذيبِ وَبارِقِ
تَغَزَّلتُ مِن غَزلانِهِ بِالحَقائِقِ
Do I know her between Al-Adheeb and its lightening?
I became infatuated with her from her gazelle-like eyes and truths
فَدَيتُكَ رَبعاً قَد تَرَحَّلَ آلَهُ
بِكُلِّ إِمامٍ لِلمَآثِرِ سابِقِ
I sacrifice myself for an abode that its God has moved on
With every imam preceding in glorious deeds
عَفا وَخَلَت مِنهُ المَنازِلُ بَعدَ ما
لَقَد كانَ زَيناً لِلنُهى وَالمَناطِقِ
It excused and its dwellings became vacant after they
Were decorations of integrity and logic
وَأَقوى وَأَقوى ما حَوى مِن مَعاقِلٍ
أَناخَت عَلَيهِ عادِياتُ البَوائِقِ
And the strongest and strongest of what it contained of fortresses
Wild cows mooing anchored upon it
وَأَجدَبَ بَعدَ الخَصبِ إِذ كانَ زاهِراً
بِكُلِّ كِتابٍ لِلفَوائِدِ واسِقِ
And it became barren after being fertile when it was flowering
With every consistent and useful book
سَلامٌ عَلى تِلكَ الرُبوعِ فَإِنَّها
رِياضُ المَعالي وَالمَعاني الدَقائِقِ
Peace be upon those meadows, for they are
Gardens of sublime meanings and subtle significances
لَكُم قَد حَوَت تِلكَ الخِيامُ عَقائِلاً
يُضيءُ سَناها مِن خِلالِ السِرادِقِ
For you, those tents contained families
Whose radiance shines through the curtains
رَواشِقُ قَلبي عَن قِسِيِّ جُفونِها
أَلا بِارَكَ الباري بِتِلكَ الرَواشِقِ
My heart's yearning from the hardness of their eyelids
Isn't it that the Creator has blessed those yearnings?
تُبيحُ لَنا أَلحاظُها حَيثُما رَنَت
بِسِحرِ بَيانٍ صادِقٍ كُلَّ صادِقِ
Their glances permit for us wherever they chime
With sincere, truthful magic every truthful one
وَإِن خَطَرَت سَكرى فَمِن كُلِّ رائِقٍ
مِنَ اللَفظِ وَالمَعنى وَمِن كُلِّ شائِقِ
And if intoxication crossed my mind, it is from every gentle
Of diction, meaning and everything provocative
لَقَد أَطَلَعَت مِن تَحتِ لَيلٍ فُروعُها
هِلالَ مُحَيّاها بِأَسنى المَشارِقِ
Their branches certainly emerged from beneath a night
Crescent of their smiles with the rising of the east
فَلَيلٌ وَبَدرٌ عِندَها ما هُما سِوى
سَوادِ مِدادٍ في بَياضِ مَهارِقِ
So for them night and full moon are nothing but
Ink blackness in the whiteness of oriental brilliance
بِروحي هاتيكَ الثَنايا فَإِنَّها
زَهَت في رِياضِ الفَضلِ زَهوَ الشَقائِقِ
By my soul, those curves, for they have blossomed
In the gardens of virtue, blossoming of anemones
أَتَلحونَني يا أَيُّها الناسُ وَيَحكُمُ
عَلى الحُبِّ ما أَنتُم لَهُ بِالعَوائِقِ
Do you force me, O people, while you are not
Barriers for love over me?
