البرق في كانونه قد نفخ

والثلج في جيب الغوادي نفخ

The lightning in its fireplace has blown,

And the snow in the valleys' pockets blown.

قد زمجرَ الرعدُ بآفاقهِ

كأنَّه ممَّا دهاه صرَخ

The thunder has roared in its horizons,

As if it is crying from what afflicted it.

هذا وقوسُ النوْءِ في أفقه

كأنما قد نصبوا منه فخ

And the rainbow in its horizon,

As if they have set up a trap from it.

قد شدَّ عقداً عالياً أو بنى

قنطرةً في الحالِ ثمَّ انْفسخ

It has tied a high knot or built,

A bridge then it collapsed.

والأرضُ كالمنفوشِ أو هذه

خميرة من فوقه قد لطخ

And the land is like a mattress, or this

Dough from above it has smeared.

لم تبقَ أرضٌ قد زكَا زَرعها

حتَّى طواها ثمَّ ردَّ السبخ

No land remained whose plants have thrived,

Until it is covered then the arid returned.

وامتلأ الوادي بإمدادهِ

كأنَّه القربةُ ممَّا انْتفخ

And the valley has filled with its supply,

As if it is a waterskin from what swelled.

وجاءَنا النوءُ بإرعابه

لا شكَّ أنَّ النوءَ ممَّا بذخ

And the heavy rain has come to us with its terror,

No doubt, the downpour is of the gushing.

بحرٌ من القدرةِ لكنه

من كلِّ عينٍ للبواكِي نضخ

A sea of ability but,

From every eye to the valleys it pumped.

وسحبهُ تفتح أبوابها

والبرقُ فيما بيننا كالخوَخ

And its clouds open their doors,

And the lightning between us is like sparks.

وبانَ في الطودِ وعرنينه

بما كساه شممٌ أو طبخ

And it appeared on the hill and its bleating,

With what a strong scent or cooking has covered it.

وكلنا منتثرٌ لحمهُ

وهو على كانونه قد طبخ

And we are all scattered, its meat,

While it on its fireplace has cooked.

دامت ليالي الثلج لا أصبحت

ولا نهارٌ بأذاهُ الْتطخ

The snowy nights lasted, neither morning came,

Nor a day with its harm has smeared.

وحكمت فيه أيادِي الحيا

ولا أجابَ الله ممَّا اصطرخ

And the hands of life judged it,

And God did not answer from what it cried out.

ومكنت فيه مدى برقه

حتَّى أرى من جلدهِ ما انْسلخ

And its long lightning has enabled in it,

Until I see from its skin what has peeled off.

هل مطر يغسل في الأرضِ من

بياضه أسود هذا الوسخ

Is there rain that washes on the ground,

From its whiteness the black of this filth?

وهل أرى ريحاً وقد زعزعت

في الطرقِ منه كلّ طود رسخ

And do I see a wind that has shaken,

In the roads from it every anchored hill?

وهل فتىً يشكى إليه الذي

تمَّ له أدراج تتلى وبخ

And does a young man complain to it about one,

For whom steps were recited and scolded?

بلى جمالُ الدينِ أنعم به

مولىً كريماً ونسيباً وأخ

Yes, the beauty of the religion has blessed with it,

A generous lord and relative and brother.

لو قابلت سنوننا شمسه

أو نوءها أبصرته قد نسخ

If our years met its sun,

Or its heavy rain, it would see it transcribed.

جاء جواب منه كم حافظٍ

له وكم ربّ بديعٍ نسخ

An answer has come from it however many keepers,

For it and however many excellent scribes transcribed.

فدامَ ما امْتدَّ رداء الدجى

مدبراً بالنجمِ ثم انْسلخ

So the shelter of darkness lasted departing,

With the star then peeled off.