في كُلِّ نادٍ مِنكَ رَوضُ ثَناءِ
وَبِكُلِّ خَدٍّ فيكَ جَدوَلِ ماءِ
In every club of yours is a garden of praise,
And in every cheek of yours is a stream of water.
وَلِكُلِّ شَخصٍ هِزَّةُ الغُصنِ النَدي
غِبَّ البُكاءِ وَرِنَّةُ المُكاءِ
And for every person is the trembling of the slender branch,
The hidden weeping and the moaning of the dove.
يامَطلَعَ الأَنوارِ إِنَّ بِمُقلَتي
أَسَفاً عَلَيكَ كَمَنشَإِ الأَنواءِ
O rising of lights, in my eyes
Is sorrow for you like the origins of sighs.
وَكَفى أَسىً أَن لاسَفيرٌ بَينَنا
يَمشي وَأَن لامَوعِدٌ لِلِقاءِ
And it is enough of sorrow that there is no ambassador between us
Who walks, and that there is no tryst for the meeting.
فيمَ التَجَمُّلُ في زَمانٍ بَزَّني
ثَوبَ الشَبابِ وَحيلَةَ النُبَلاءِ
So why the pretentiousness in a time that stripped me
Of the garb of youth and the wiles of nobles?
فَعَريتُ إِلّا مِن قِناعِ كَآبَةٍ
وَعَطِلتُ إِلّا مِن حُلِيِّ بُكاءِ
I am bare except for the mask of gloominess
And adorned only with the jewels of weeping.
فَإِذا مَرَرتُ بِمَعهَدٍ لِشَبيبَةٍ
أَو رَسمِ دارٍ لِلصَديقِ خَلاءِ
So if I pass by a place for youths
Or a picture of an empty house for a friend,
جالَت بِطَرفي لِلصَبابَةِ عَبرَةٌ
كَالغَيمِ رَقَّ فَحالَ دونَ سَماءِ
A tear flows in my eye for youth
Like a cloud that melted and blocked the sky.
وَرَفَعتُ كَفّي بَينَ طَرفٍ خاشِعٍ
تَندى مَآقيهِ وَبَينَ دُعاءِ
And I raised my palm between a humble glance
With dewy lashes, and a prayer.
وَبَسَطتُ في الغَبراءِ خَدّي ذِلَّةً
أَستَنزِلُ الرُحمى مِنَ الخَضراءِ
And I placed my cheek humbly in the dust
To summon mercy from the greens.
مُتَمَلمِلاً أَلَماً بِمَصرَعِ سَيِّدٍ
قَد كانَ سابِقَ حَلبَةِ النُجَباءِ
Swaying in pain for the death of a master
Who was foremost in the arena of nobility.
لا وَالَّذي أَعلَقتُ مِن تَقديسِهِ
كَفّي بِحَبلَي عِصمَةٍ وَرَجاءِ
No - by Him to whom I tied my hands in sanctity
And hope with the ropes of inviolability and hope.
وَخَرَرتُ بَينَ يَدَيهِ أَعلَمُ أَنَّهُ
ذُخري لِيَومِيَ شِدَّةٍ وَرَخاءِ
And I fell prostrate before him knowing that he
Is my treasure for the day of hardship and ease.
لا هَزَّني أَمَلٌ وَقَد حَلَّ الرَدى
بِأَبي مُحَمَّدٍ المَحَلَّ النائي
No hope swayed me, and doom has come
With the passing of my father, the remote abode,
في حَيثُ يُطفَأُ نورُ ذاكَ المُجتَلى
وَفِرِندُ تِلكَ الغُرَّةِ الغَرّاءِ
Where the light of the shining one is extinguished
And the radiance of the brilliant one is masked.
وَكَفى اِكتِئاباً أَن تَعيثَ يَدُ البِلى
في مَحوِ تِلكَ الصورَةِ الحَسناءِ
And it is enough gloom that the hand of decay
Effaces the form of that beautiful one.
فَلَطالَما كُنّا نُريحُ بِظِلِّهِ
فَنُريحُ مِنهُ بِسَرحَةٍ غَنّاءِ
For we often took comfort in his shade,
Then found comfort in him with a melodious relaxation.
فَتَقَت عَلى حُكمِ البَشاشَةِ نورَها
وَتَنَفَّسَت في أَوجُهِ الجُلَساءِ
The splendor of geniality covered his light,
And it breathed into the faces of the sitters.
تَتَفَرَّجُ الغَمّاءُ عَنهُ كَأَنَّهُ
قَمَرٌ يُمَزِّقُ شَملَةَ الظَلماءِ
The clouds uncover before him as if he were
A moon rending the mantle of darkness.
قاسَمتُ فيهِ الرُزءَ أَكرَمَ صاحِبٍ
فَمَضى يَنوءُ بِأَثقَلِ الأَعباءِ
I shared hardship with the most generous friend,
And he passed away, bending under the heaviest burdens,
يَهفو كَما هَفَتِ الأَراكَةُ لَوعَةً
وَيُرِنُّ طَوراً رِنَّةَ الوَرقاءِ
Panting as the stricken she-camel pants in agony,
And moaning at times with the moan of the leaf.
عَجَباً لَها وَقَدَت بِصَدرٍ جَمرَةً
وَتَفَجَّرَت في وَجنَةٍ عَن ماءِ
Strange that it ignited an ember in a breast
And gushed forth from a cheek despite the water!
وَلَئِن تَراءى الفَرقَدانِ بِنا مَعاً
وَكَفاكَ شُهرَةَ سُؤدُدٍ وَعَلاءِ
And if the two friends were seen together by us,
And your fame as a close and lofty friend suffices.
فَلَطالَما كُنّا نَروقُ المُجتَلي
حُسناً وَنَملَأُ ناظِرَ العَلياءِ
For we often gazed at the shining one,
Filling the onlooker of the lofty with beauty.
يُزهى بِنا صَدرُ النَدِيِّ كَأَنَّنا
نَسَقاً هُناكَ قِلادَةُ الجَوزاءِ
The bosom of the companion blossomed through us
As if we were, there, the necklace of the Pleiades.
