وأرَّق العينَ بالحيَّين مُتَّلهِ

يُقَطِّع الليلَ تغريدا وتعديدا

He charmed the eye with the two beloved ones, being playful,

Cutting through the night with chirping and numbering,

موفٍ على غُصْن بانٍ تستميل به

نواسُم الريح تصويبا وتصعيدا

Loyal on a bending branch, alluring to it

The gentle blowing winds, aiming and ascending.

لانت خوافيه واخضلَّت قوادمُه

فَفُتْنَ في لينهنّ الخُرَّد الغِيدا

His steps bent as he walked gently,

So the anklets were fascinated by their softness and jingled.

كأنما حَسَد الياقوتَ مقلتَه

في حُسْن تصريحها فاحمرّ توريدا

As if the ruby envied his eyelashes

In the beauty of their creation, so it reddened intensely.

مَتْنٌ كِصْبغ الدجى نِيطت حوالِكُه

بِفضِّة صاغ منها النحر والجِيدا

A body like the dye of dusk wrapped around it

With silver that a craftsman used for the throat and necklace.

كأنما خُضبت رِجلاه من دمه

وقُلِّد السَبَجَ المختار تقلِيدا

As if his legs were dyed by his blood

And the chosen necklace was imitated.

تبكي حمامتُه ما تأتلِي كَمَداً

تُردِّد الصوت بالتغريد ترديدا

His dove cries, weary of yearning,

Repeating its voice, chirping repeatedly.

لولاه ما ألق في آثار دارِهم

لي مُسْعداً يؤنِس الأطلال والبِيدا

If it weren’t for him, happiness would not have met me

In the ruins of their homes, enlivening the ruins and deserts.

بكى فأبكى جفوني مِلْئّهَنّ دماً

وجَدَّد النوح لي إِذْ ناح تجديدا

He cried so he made my eyelids overflow with tears

And renewed my weeping when he moaned again.

إلفي وإلفك بانَا يا حمامُ فنُحْ

حتى تَنوح ونستبكي الجلاميدا

My friend, my friend, oh dove, let us weep

Until you moan and we cry bitterly.

ويلُ أمِّه ساق حرٍّ زاد مُحْزِنُه

بَثّا على حُزْن أيُّوبٍ وداودا

Woe to the mother who gave birth to the free man whose grief

Increased the sorrow of Job and David.