أمن الفراق يراق دمعك احمرا

أم لاعج الأشواق فيه تصورا

Do your tears shed for the pain of separation run red,

Or do longing and passion color them so?

وحمامة الوادي التي تبكيك أم

يعفورة النادي التي نفت الكرى

Is it the valley dove who cries for you, or

The wild dove who has banished sorrow?

قالت جرى دمع المحب فما جرى

لا ناقتي سارت ولا جملي سرى

"My beloved's tears flowed, but did not flow

Far, for neither my she-camel nor my camel went on," she said.

أتخال ذات الخال أن صدودها

دون النوى يا صحابي تبصّرا

Can the cheek's down think that, though soft,

It hides the intention, O my friends, discerningly?

ما نافعي قرب الديار وقد غدا

هذا النفار عليَّ بيناً منكرا

Of what use is nearness to the abodes when

This estrangement has become manifestly unfamiliar to me?

ويلاه من جور الجفا قلب الصفا

كدراً وقرَّح بالدموع المحجرا

Woe to the injustice of coolness that makes a heart of affection

Turbid and lacerates the tearful eyes!

ونفى الكرى عني وما استأجرته

فعلام صبري اليوم صار له كرا

It has banished sorrow from me, and now that I have hired it out,

Why has my patience today become hateful?

ليت العيون عيون آرام الحمى

علمت بما صنعت بآساد الشرى

Would that my eyes were the eyes of the fever's thorns

That knew what the evildoers of passions did!

هن الحمام لنا وهن حياتنا

سبحان من أحيى بهن ودمَّرا

Glory to Him who revived us with them and destroyed us!

O lady of the cheek whose pendant

يا ربة الخال الذي ما رفرف ال

خلخال يوماً فوقه وتصدرا

Never fluttered above it and went forth,

My tears flowed from the injustice of your coolness;

دمعي جرى من جور صدك إنه

أجرى وأجرح من جفونك خنجرا

It made them flow and made them gush from your eyelids like a dagger.

So the doctor sees me healed by a drop

فترى يداويني الطبيب بقطرةٍ

من فيك تفضل كل شيءٍ قطّرا

That you to any beseecher would stint;

And he sees for your hardness, O perfidious one, a stratagem

ويرى لصبك يا زليخة حيلةً

تستنزل الأقمار من أعلى الذرى

To bring down the moons from the highest celestial sphere,

And to taste from the battle of your sword a draft

فيذوق من جريال فيك سلافةً

لو ذاق يوسف طعمها ما أدبرا

Whose flavor, if Yusuf had tasted, he would not have turned his back.

Good - as the mention of Muhammad made it good -

طابت كما طابت بذكر محمدٍ

مِدَحي التي حاكى شذاها العنبرا

Is my praise that rivaled its fragrance with ambergris.

By him the Abode of Faith was exalted;

والٍ به دار الكنانة فاخرت

أم القرى بحجيج طلّاب القرى

The Mother of Villages was honored by the pilgrims of the villages.

And by his name, the demons of treachery were banished,

ونفت شياطين الخيانة باسمه

وبسيفه كادت جبابرة الورى

And by his sword, the tyrants of the earth almost perished.

For it the caravans traveled secure from

فسرت لها الركبان آمنةً من ال

عدوان تحمل في المهامه جوهرا

Any enemy, bearing in their howdahs a jewel.

And from it injustices receded, just as

وتباعدت عنها المظالم مثلما

بعدت كباش الدوِّ عن ليث الشرى

The ibexes of Duwar receded from the lion of the thickets.

So the world of his glory was adorned with the signs

فازدان عالم مجده بعلائم ال

شرف التي حكت الكواكب منظرا

Of honor that the stars described as a spectacle.

No king generously bestows the like of them

من كل ملكٍ لا يجود بمثلها

إلّا لذي ملكٍ يماثل قيصرا

Save for one whose kingdom vies with Caesar's.

May God preserve him for us and make him last

اللَه يحفظه لنا ويديمه

ما غاب ديجورٌ وما نورٌ جرى

As long as the stars continue and light flows!