هَلَّت بَشائِرُ تالياتِ بشائرِ

وَعَساكِرٌ تأتي بِغُنم عَساكِرِ

The omens of good tidings have appeared,

And armies are coming with spoils of armies,

في سَوابِغ نِعـــــمٍ

جَعَلت أَوابِدَها بِغَيرِ أَواخِرِ

With abundant blessings,

That made its ruins last without ends,

كالدُرِّ يُعجِزُ نَظمُها

نَثرَ الخَطيبِ وَحُسنَ نَظمِ الشاعِرِ

Like pearls whose prose defies rhyme,

Scatterings of the orator and beauty of the poet's composition,

عَن الداني قَريبَةٌ

مدَّت إِلى فَلَك السَماء الداثرِ

About the Nearer a proximity,

That extended to the orbit of the rubble sky,

بُشِّر باللُهــــــى

بِشر البَوارقِ بالسَحابِ الماطرِ

Give good news for sweetness,

Give the good news to the ships of the raining cloud,

ما إِن نظرتَ وَميضَ ثَغرٍ باسِمٍ

إِلّا لِيَستر غلَّ قَلبٍ باسِرِ

No sooner do you see the smile of a smiling mouth,

Except to cover the fervor of a cheerful heart,

قَلَّ الوَفاءُ فَلَستَ تَبلو باطِناً

إِلّا وَتُلفيه خِلافَ الظاهِرِ

Loyalty has diminished so you do not experience inwardly,

Except you find contrary to the outward,

أَم كَيفَ يأَمَلُ نَيلَ غايَةِ أَوَّلٍ

مَن لَيسَ يُدرِكُ هَبوةً لِلعابِر

Or how can one hope to attain the goal of the first,

Who does not catch up with an opportunity for the passerby,

عَضُد الأَنامِ إِذا تُلِمّ مُلِمَّةٌ

زَينُ السَلاطين الأَجلِّ الناصرِ

The supporter of mankind when a disaster strikes,

The ornament of Sultans, the greatest victorious,

بالعادِل الأَفعالِ إِلّا أَنَّه

في القَتلِ وَالأَعداءِ أَجور جائِر

With the most just actions, except that,

In killing and enemies, his rewards are unjust,

مِن كُلِّ بادي الذُلِّ مَصفودٍ تَرى

في القَتلِ أَكبرَ مِنة للآسرِ

From every subjugated desert you see,

In killing, more benevolent to the prisoner,

كانوا الفَراشَ تَهافَتوا في نارِهِ

وَالصعق في اِنقِضاض الكاسِر

They were moths flung into his fire,

And thunder in the breaking of the breaker,

مُذ كانَ ذَلولا حرداً

فَأَتى عَلى ظَهر الأقبِّ النافِرِ

Since he was humbled bushes,

He came on the back of the fleeing ostrich,

أَوَ ما تَرى كَم خائِنٍ لَكَ فيهُمُ

وَمُضارِعُ الماضي عِظاتُ الآخرِ

Or do you not see how many traitors among them to you,

And the parallel of the past are the lessons of the future,

أَعرَضتَ عَنه حافِزاً مُستَعصِماً

حَتّى طَغى فَسَطوتَ سَطوةَ قادِرِ

You turned away from him, determined and steadfast,

Until he transgressed and you subjugated with the power of the Able,

وَبَدَت تَوابِعُ جَهلِهِ فَرَميتَهُ

بِقَنا حُروب جمَّةٍ وَمَناسِر

And the consequences of his ignorance appeared and you threw him,

With the spearheads of wars, masses and piercers,

وَسمت بِبهرامَ الجُدود فَمُذ نَوى

غَدراً عَثرنَ وَلا لَعاً لِلعاثِر

And you swore by Bahram ancestors so when he intended,

Treachery, we stumbled but no slipping for the slipper,

وَرَجا الفِرارَ وَأَينَ يَنجو هارِبٌ

مِن كُلِّ لَيث فَوقَ صَهوة طائِرِ

And he hoped to escape but where can a fugitive escape,

From every lion above the coast of the flying,

قَسٌّ إِذا اللُدُّ الخُصومُ تَشاجَرَت

ثَقِفٌ لَدى يَوم القَنا المُتَشاجرِ

Firm if the conflict of adversaries quarrel,

Find at the day of spear the quarrelsome,

الطاعِنينَ بِكُلِّ اَسمَرَ ناظِم

وَالضارِبينَ بِكُلِّ أَبيضَ باترِ

The critics with every tanned rhymer,

And the strikers with every white stale,

تَعَبٌ لِغَيرِكَ لَيسَ مُجدٍ طائِلاً

الّا العَناءَ تَطاولٌ مِن قاصِرِ

Hardship for others is no use at all,

Except exertion, far reaching from the incapable,

هَيهاتَ هَل تَدنو السَماءُ للآمسٍ

هَيهاتَ وَهيَ بَعيدَةٌ من ناظِر

Alas, can heaven come near the desperate,

Alas and it is distant from the beholder,

إِنّي لأَعجَبُ من جَهالَةِ غادر

ما زالَ يُبصِرُ سوءَ مَصرع غادِرِ

I am amazed at the ignorance of the traitor,

He still sees the ugliness of the death of a traitor,

يُدني يَداً لِخفوقِ قَلبٍ طائِرٍ

وَيَغضُّ جَفناً فَوقَ طَرفٍ حائِرِ

He brings his hand near to the flutter of a flying heart,

And he closes his eyelids above a wandering eye,

يَخشى عَواديَ قاهِرٍ حَتّى إِذا

مَلكَت يَداكَ عَوائِد غافِرِ

He fears the ways of an overwhelming until when

Your hands have controlled the ways of the forgiver,

وُلِدَ الجَلالُ اليَومَ يُؤنِسُ خَيرُهُ

ماذا الَّذي يُرجى مِن ابن العاهِر

Glory was born today, its good cheers,

What is expected from the son of the immoral,

أَم كَيفَ يُصبِحُ أَمرَ حِفظ صَنيعَةٍ

من ما اِستَهَلَّ وَراءَ ذَيل طاهِر

Or how can the matter of preserving a profession remain

From what emanated behind the tail of the pure