لَقَد جارَ ما تَشكوهُ في الحُكمِ وَاِعتَدا

وَأَسرَفَ في أَفعالِهِ وَتَمَّرَدا

What you complain of has gone too far in rule and tyranny

And exceeded in its deeds and rebellion

فَمَن لي بِأَن لَو كُنتُ أَعرِفُ حيلَةً

تَصَيِّرُ أَجفاني لِأَجفانِكَ الفِدا

If only I knew a trick

To make my eyelids a ransom for yours

دَهَت عَينَكَ العَينُ الَّتي لَو قَضى القَضا

بِأَنَّكَ مِنها سَوفَ تُصبِحُ أَرمَدا

That eye of yours blinded the eye which, if fate decreed

That from it you would become bleary-eyed

فَمُذ بُدِّلَت مِن نَرجِسٍ بِشَقائِقٍ

أَعادَت لُجَينَ الدَمعِ مِنّي عَسجَدا

Since it was changed from a narcissus to anemones

It returned the flowing tears from me, compressed

سَلَلتَ حُسامُ اللَحظِ مِنها عَلى الوَرى

وَقَد كانَ أَحرى أَن يُصانَ وَيُغمَدا

The sword of glances slipped from it upon people

And it was more fitting that it be sheathed and wrapped

فَأَنتَ الَّذي أَبلَيتَها بِالَّذي بِها

إِذا السَيفُ لَم يُغمَد تَراكِبَهُ الصَدا

So you are the one who wore it out with that which is in it

If the sword is not sheathed, rust will accumulate on it