أهوى بمرشفه الشهيّ وقال ها

ويلاه من رشاءٍ أطاع وقالها

He sipped the exhilarating wine and said "Woe to him who obeys and says it!"

And the cups tilted the lapels of his robe

وأمالت الكاسات معطف قدّه

بقصاص ما قد كانَ قبل أمالها

With what had happened before tilting them

So I sipped its intoxication from his sips

فمصصت من رشفاته معسولها

وضممت من أعطافه عسّالها

And gathered its accessories from his lapels

And I managed in vigils with him privately

وظرفت في اليقظات منه بخلوة

ما كنت آمل في المنام خيالها

What I had hoped for in a dream, its imagination

And sometimes I love to sip a cup of wine

ولرُبما أهوى بكأس مدامة

لولاه ما حملت يدي جرياً لها

If it weren't for him, my hand wouldn't have carried it quickly to it

I cooked in the fire of his cheeks in his palm

طبخت بنار خدوده في كفِّه

فقبلتها وشربت منه حلالها

So I kissed it and drank its lawful sips

Until when the stars fell and

حتَّى إذا هوت النجوم وأطفأت

في الصبح أنفاس النسيم ذبالها

The morning breeze extinguished their lamps in the dawn

He turned away, and sorrow crept into my heart

ولى وأسأر في الجوانح حسرة

لو شاء عائد وصله لأزالها

If he had willed to return his connection, he would have removed it

And he left with the sun of beauty, if not for guidance

ومضى بشمس محاسنٍ لولا الهدى

ما كنت أمسك في الوفاء حبالها

I wouldn't have held on to its loyalty, its ropes

And from affliction comes blame, I have secured

ومن البليّة عذّلٌ قد ضمنت

ثقل الملام مقالها وفعالها

The weight of reproach, its words and deeds

Oh if only the land of reproachers would shake

يا ليت أرض العاذلين تزلزلت

أو ليتها لا أخرجت أثقالها

Or if only it hadn't brought out its weights

And the star from the beloved's cup and cheek

والنجم من كأس الحبيب وخدِّه

لا زاغ فكري عن هواه ولا لها

My mind didn't stray from his love or to it

By my father's shining beauty a star its character

بأبي مضيء الحسن ناءٍ شخصه

سلت الكواكب حسنها وجمالها

I asked the stars for its beauty and allure

Of diverse natures except that

متلوّن الأخلاق إلا أنها

لشقاوتي ليست تملّ ملالها

To my misery, it does not tire of fatigue

If he tasted the state of my passion he wouldn't alarm me

لو ذاق حالة مهجتي ما راعني

دعه يروع ولا يقاسي حالها

Leave him be, neither alarming nor suffering its state

It is a passion that does not neighbor patience

هي مهجة ليست يجاور صبرها

كيد المؤيد لا يجاور مالها

The scheming enemy does not neighbor his wealth

The King al-Mu'ayyad's hand flowed generosity from one

جادت يدُ الملك المؤيد جودَ من

لم تخشَ بسطة كفّه إقلالها

Whose open palm did not fear diminishing it

Oh reproacher of al-Mu'ayyad the King, graciously

يا عاذل الملك المؤيد في الندى

هيَ صبوةٌ قد أتعبت عذَّالها

It is a youth that has wearied its reproachers

And traits that extended the right hand of favors

وشمائل مدّت يمين مكارمٍ

لم ترض أن يدعى الغمام شمالها

That did not accept the clouds to be called its left

Its purity surpassed questioning, and it deepened

سبقت سؤال عفاتها وتعمقت

في الجود حتَّى سابقت آمالها

In generosity until preceding hopes

No one among the lofty is like the son of Shad, so leave

ما لابن شادٍ في العلى مثلٌ فدَع

علياه تضرب في الورى أمثالها

Him to strike examples among people

The Ayyubids copied its original manuscript

رقمت بنو أيوب نسخة أصلها

وأتى فكان تمامها وكمالها

And he came so it was completed and perfected

A King whom requests stretched up toward

ملكٌ تطاولت المطالب نحوه

لكنه بأقلِّ طولٍ طالها

Yet with the slightest elongation he attained them

The boons protected his palm

متطابق النعماء صانت كفّه

سرح القريض وشرَّدت أموالها

Freed verse and scattered its wealth

His innocence took chastity in his time

أخذت براءته العفاة بدهره

ممَّا تخاف وقسَّمت أنفالها

From what it fears and divided its spoils

His boons are in a necklace of its jewelry strands

نعماه في عصب قلائد حليها

فإذا بغت عصبٌ غدت أغلالها

So if a strand was missing, they became shackles

Oh Lord of bounty and Lord of disdain

يا ربَّ مكرمةٍ وربَّ كريهةٍ

أضحى معيد حياتها قتَّالها

Who made its life and killing revival

And issues in knowledge whose matter was ambiguous

ومسائلٌ في العلم أشكل أمرها

حلاًّ وحلَّ لطالبٍ أشكالها

He solved and solved for the seeker its problems

Whether with the awe of a sword or the sword of awe

بيراع سيفٍ أو بسيف يراعة

فصل الأمور جلادها وجدالها

He decided its matters, its executioner and its contender

Say to the example in poetry describing him

قل للمثل في البسيطة وصفه

دَع سحبها وبحارها وجبالها

Leave its clouds, its seas, and its mountains

These are examples that fell short of his merit

هاتيك أمثلة دنت عن قدره

فاطْلب لهاتيك الصفات مثالها

So seek for those traits their likeness

I awaited your protection, so the gaze of eyes

لحماك يا ابن المالكين ترقبت

فكَر الرَّجا رقبى العيون هلالها

Watched the new crescent's nape like a crescent

As for your protection, excellent land of rule

أما حماه فنعم دار سيادة

نصبت بمدرجة الطريق جلالها

You erected your majesty on the path's staircase

A visitor travels to Mecca and its land

يسعى لمكة وافدٌ ولأرضها

ولنعم أرضاً وافدٌ يسعى لها

And what an excellent land a visitor travels to

That is the direction for one who seeks its guidance

هاتيك قبلة من يروم رشادها

وحماه قبلة من يروم نوالها

And your protection the direction for one who seeks its attainment

In every case, around it I am amazed

في كلِّ حالٍ حولها ليَ معجبٌ

لله ما أشهى إذاً أحوالها

By God, how delicious then are its states!

I thanked it but do not doubt that I

شكرت لهاك فما أشكُّ بأنني

ثقَّلت وهي مطيقة أثقالها

Burdened while it bears burdens

You enriched me beyond any with a pen, so I did not

أغنيتني عن كلِّ ذي قلمٍ فلم

أفتح يداً لسواك نداك ولا لها

Extend a hand except to you, your help, or it

And you sufficed me until I caught up with a tribe

وكفيتني حتَّى قفوت معاشراً

كثر الندَى فاسْتكثرت أطفالها

Whose young multiplied, so I multiplied its children

I have no means but your purpose, a strategy

أيام مالي غير قصدكَ حيلة

تنجي وتنجح في الورى نصالها

To deliver and succeed in the world, its weapons

I still seek the warmth of odes

لا زلت مقصود الحمى بقصائدٍ

أصبحت عصمة أمرها وثمالها

That have become protection, its command and its completeness

لولاك لم يخطر ببالِي نظمها

لا والذي يلقاك أنعم بالها

If it weren't for you, composing them wouldn't have crossed my mind

No - by Him who makes you enjoy its most pleasant scents

سألت روايات الندى فتأخرت

عنها الورَى وأجزت أنت سؤالها

I asked the dew's narrations, so the world

Fell short of them while you fulfilled its request