يابنَ الخَلائِفِ ما لي بَعدَ تَقرِبَةٍ

إِلَيكَ أُقصى وَفي حالَيكَ لي عَجَبُ

O son of caliphs, I have no more means of access to you

Though you are most worthy, yet your state amazes me

ما لي أُذادُ وَأُقصى حينَ أَقصِدُكُم

كَما تُوُقِّيَ مِن ذي العُرَّةِ الجَرَبُ

I gain no benefit, though you are my ultimate desire, when I seek you

As the itchy skin is irritated by the touch of clothes

كَأَنَّني لَم يَكُن بَيني وَبَينَكُم

إِلٌّ وَلا خُلَّةٌ تُرعى وَلا نَسَبُ

It is as if there had never been any ties or kinship binding us

No foster-mother's milk, no lineage bringing us close

لَو كانَ بِالوُدِّ يُدنى مِنكَ أَزلَفَني

بِقُربِكَ الوُدُّ وَالإِشفاقُ وَالحَدَبُ

Had you wished to draw me near through affection's bonds

Kinship and mercy would have brought me to your side

وَكُنتُ دونَ رِجالٍ قَد جَعَلتُهُم

دوني إِذا ما رَأَوني مُقبِلا قَطَبوا

Yet I remain beneath men who, when they see me approaching

Frown and turn their faces away

إِن يَسمَعوا الخَيرَ يُخفوه وَإِن سَمِعوا

شَرّاً أَذاعوا وَإِن لَم يَسمَعوا كَذَبوا

If they hear good of me they conceal it, while if evil

They broadcast it, and if naught, they fabricate lies

رَأَوا صُدودَكَ عَنّي في اللِقاءِ فَقَد

تَحَدَّثوا أَن حَبلي مِنكَ مُنقَضِبُ

Marking your aloofness to me when we meet

They spread the rumor that my rope with you is severed

فَذوا الشَماتَةِ مَسرورٌ بَهَيضَتِنا

وَذو النَصيحَةِ وَالإِشفاقِ مُكتَئِبُ

So the gloaters rejoice at our estrangement

While true well-wishers grieve at the rift between us

هَلّا تَحَسَّبتَ عَن عَذري وَبَغيِهِم

حَتّى تَبِينَ عَلى مَن يَرجِعُ الكَذِبُ

Why not consider my excuse and their malevolence

Until the source of falsehood becomes clear?

ما كانَ يَشقى بِهذا مِنكَ مُرتَغِبٌ

خالٌ وَلا الجارُ ذو القُربى وَلا الجُنُبُ

No intimate, nor even a neighbor bound by blood, would suffer this from you

Where is the fidelity, the truth, at whose service came the Books?

أَينَ الذِمامَةُ وَالحَقُّ الَّذي نَزَلَت

بِحِفظِهِ وَبِتَعظيمٍ لَهُ الكُتُبُ

I compose poetry, refining and versifying it

Like threading pearls and gold to form a necklace

وَحَوِكى الشِعرَ أُصفيهِ وَأنظِمُهُ

نَظمَ القَلائِدِ فيها الدُرُّ وَالذَهَبُ

I sent the choicest aromatics from Yemen to you

In boxes whose locks and keys are of aloeswood

وَهَزِّيَ العيسَ مِن أَرضٍ يَمانِيَةٍ

إِلَيكَ خوصاً بِها التَعيينُ وَالنُقَبُ

With love and sincerity I am drawn to you

From the furthest land until I am encamped near your abode

يَقودُني الوُدُّ وَالإِخلاصُ مُختَرَمي

مِن أَبعَدِ الأَرضِ حَتّى مَنزِلي كَثَبُ

I who lodged as your neighbor and guest under your protection

Whose home the Arabs could see in your shadow

وَكُنتُ جاراً وَضيفاً مِنكَ في خَفَرٍ

قَد أَبصَرَت مَنزَلي في ظِلِّكَ العَرَبُ

For you to debar me was like a fire in the wilderness

Fanned by the winds, ever fed with more fuel

وَكانَ مَنعُكَ لي كَالنار في عَلَمٍ

فَردٍ يَشُبُّ سَناها الريحُ وَالحَطَبُ

Yet your displeasure was not a thing I confessed to myself

Nor could I imagine deserving it

وَإِن سُخطَكَ شَىءٌ لَم أُناجِ بِهِ

نَفسي وَلَم يَكُ مِمّا كُنتُ أَكتَسِبُ

No, some came to you with wicked and lying words

Seeking my harm, and accomplished their desire

لكِن أَتاكَ بِقَولٍ كاذِبٍ أَثِمٍ

قَومٌ بَغَوني فَنالوا فِيَّ ما طَلَبوا

Never did I know you to break off from a kinsman

Or refuse a right that was binding upon you

وَما عَهِدتُكَ فيما زَلَّ تَقطَعُ ذا

قُربى وَلا تَدفَعُ الحَقَّ الَّذي يَجِبُ

Or afflict one who bore what pained him

Or importune him with upbraiding beyond due measure

وَلا تُوَجَّعُ مِن حَقٍّ تَحَمَّلُهُ

وَلا تَتَبَّعُ بِالتَكديرِ ما تَهَبُ

I strove with all my power to please you as I should

And so attain the intimacy won by your peers

فَقَد تَقَرَّبتُ جُهداً مِن رِضاكَ بِما

كانَت تُنالُ بِهِ مِن مِثلِكَ القُرَبُ

Yet for all my pure and true devotion, and my

Praise of you, and being near, I make no headway

فَلا أَراني بِإِخلاصى وَتَنقِيَتي

لَكَ الثَناءَ وَقُربى مِنكَ أَقتَرِبُ

I thought myself no stranger, now I proclaim

Aloud that I today am in exile, an outcast

قَد كَنتُ أَحسبُني غَيرَ الغَريب فَقَد

أَصبَحتُ أُعلِنُ أَنّي اليَومَ مُغتَرِبُ

For your denying me my rights, rejecting me,

And hiding your face from me, I was content

فَغَيرَ دَفعِكَ حَقّي وَاِرتَفاضَكَ لي

وَطِيِّكَ الكَشح عَنّي كُنتُ أَحتَسِبُ

While people who in their hearts rejoice at my woes

Exult over me, from you to their very tonsils

أَمُشمِتٌ بِيَ أَقواماً صُدورُهُمُ

عَلَيَّ مِنكَ إِلى الأَذقان تَلتَهِبُ

I thought I had taken refuge in a sure stronghold

That they could not harm me, be they ever so emboldened

قَد كُنتُ أَحسَبُ أَنّي قَد لَجَأتُ إِلى

حِرزٍ وَأَلّا يَضُرّوني وَإِن أَلبوا

But He in whom I trusted to fend off those who sought

Aught of me, He it was that did not grant their wish

إِنَّ الَّذي صُنتُها عَن مَعشَرٍ طَلَبوا

مِنّي إِلَيَّ الَّذي لَم يُنجِحِ الطَلَبُ

I devoted it sincerely to you, with the true devotion

Of one who knows where hope should properly be placed

أَخلَصتُها لَكَ إِخلاصَ اِمرِىءٍ عَلِمَ الأَ

قوامُ أَن لَيسَ إِلّا فيكَ يُرتَغَبُ

Yet now you thrust it away from me, though I turn it

Toward you - for whoever is shown favor, him it graces

أَصبَحتَ تَدفَعُها مِنّي وَأَعطِفُها

عَلَيكَ وَهيَ لِمَن يُحبى بِها رَغَبُ

If you join me to yourself, courtesy's code it will be

If you reject me, then misery and homelessness for me

فَإِن وَصَلتَ فَأَهلُ العُرفِ أَنتَ وَإِن

تَدفَع يَدَيَّ فَلى بُقيا وَمُنقَلَبُ

Guard your honor, and know that your treatment of me

Resounds among foes whose malice is sweet to them

فَاِحفَظ ذِمامَكَ وَاِعلَم أَنَّ صُنعَكَ بي

بِمَسمَعٍ مٍن عِداة ضَغنُهُم ذَرِبُ

Of noble lineage am I, gently nurtured, living decorously

Shunning disrepute, exemplar of high manners

إِنّي كَريمُ كِرامٍ عِشتُ في أَدَبٍ

نَفى العُيوب وَمَلكُ الشيمَةِ الأَدَبُ

Surely they know that privation passes away

While wealth's turn must come round again

قَد يَعلَمونَ بِأَنَّ العُسرَ مُنقَطِعٌ

يَوما وَأَنَّ الغِنى لا بُدَّ مُنقَلِبُ

What boots their greedy clutching of a right on loan?

Like spoils of war it is seized, then scattered as largesse

فَمالُهُم حُبسٌ في الحَقِّ مُرتَهَن

مِثلُ الغَنائِمِ تُحوى ثُمَّ تُنتَهَبُ

No harm to them if their neighbor comes to own

Verses that steal past the chinks in their coat of mail

وَما عَلى جارِهِم أَلّا يَكونَ لَهُ

إِذا تَكَنَّفَهُ أَبياتُهُم نَشَبُ

They joy not if fortune grant them ease one day

Nor complain should they afterward be battered by fate

لا يَفرَحونَ إِذا ما الدَهرُ طاوَعَهُم

يَوماً بِيُسر وَلا يَشكونَ إِن نُكِبوا

A people who inherited glory not lightly won

To whom voluntarily submit non-Arab and Arab

قَومٌ لَهُم إِرثُ مَجدٍ غَيرُ مُؤتَشَبٍ

تَنقادُ طَوعاً إِلَيهِ العُجمُ وَالعَرَبُ

So let not fleeting bounty give you delight

Nor passing woes cause you grief

فَلا تَسُرَّنَّكُم نَعماءُ ذاهِبَةٌ

وَلا تَغُمَّنَكُم بَأساءُ تُقتَضَبُ

I have left my people, nor replaced them with any other

While Time brings about events in constant succession

فارَقتُ قَومِيَ فَلَم اَعتَض بِهِم عِوِضاً

والدَهرُ يُحدِثُ أَحداثاً لَها نُوَبُ

So this is the English translation of the Arabic poem you provided preserving the meaning and imagery of the original.