خُذوا لقلبي أماناً من تجنّيهِ
فما به من لهيبِ الوجدِ يكفيهِ
Take care of my heart from its suffering
For the passion within it is enough for it
أعشى عليه ضِراماً بات يُلهِبهُ
بخاطري وهو عندي ساكنٌ فيه
I let my thoughts kindle flames in it
While it resides peaceful within me
علِقْتُ منه ببدرٍ في محاسنِه
فمُقلَتي بجفونِ السُحْبِ تبْكيهِ
I was attracted to a full moon in its beauty
So my eyelids weep with the clouds
مَنْ لي وأملكُ بي مني لواحظُه
بأنْ أقولَ بنفسي اليومَ أفديهِ
Who do I have that can ransom me
By my saying today I sacrifice it
القربُ والبُعْدُ أوصافٌ تُلازمهُ
فالتّيهُ يُبعدُه والحبُّ يُدْنيهِ
Nearness and distance are attributes that befall it
So bewilderment distances it and love brings it near
أهوى المُدامَ أدارتْها مراشفُهُ
وأعشقُ الغُصْنَ أهداهُ تثنّيهِ
I love the wine whose cups intoxicate it
And I love the branch whose bending entices it
كم أكتمُ الحبَّ والأشجانُ تُظْهِرُهُ
وأنشُرُ الصّبْر والتّبريحُ يَطويهِ
How much love and passion I conceal
Yet patience and consolation reveal it
هو الحفاظُ وإن لم أخشَ عاديةً
أفي أحاشِيهِ أن يُصغي لواشيهِ
He is the protector even if I don’t fear a rival
In his companions is there one who would betray him?
يا قاتلَ الله عينيهِ فكمْ فتكَتْ
صبّاً بواديْهِ لم يظفَرْ بواديهِ
O he who kills me with his eyes, how much they have ravaged
Pouring rain on his valley without reaping its valley
حلّ الحِمى فتحلّى باسمِ منزلِه
وعُطِّلتْ من معانيهِ مَغانِيهِ
The love settled wearing the name of his abode
And the meanings of his songs were disabled
ربْعٌ أيادي الرياحِ الهوجِ تهدِمُه
والحبُّ بين ضلوعِ الصّبِّ يَبْنيهِ
A garden the hands of passionate winds destroy
While love builds it between the ribs of patience
إن أسقَتْهُ الليالي بعدَ صحّتهِ
فهو الدّواءُ لمن أعيى تَداويهِ
If the nights watered it after its firmness
It is the cure for whoever fatigue exhausted
وبيتُ حُبٍّ دعانا للطّوافِ به
فلستَ تسمعُ إلا من يُلبّيهِ
And a house of love called us to circumambulate it
You won’t hear any but those who declare it
إذ لا جُمارَ سوى دمعي فأقذِفُها
ولا هديَّ سوى قلبي فأُهديهِ
Since I have no offerings but my tears I cast them
And no gift but my heart I present it
ركبتُ ظهرَ غرامي نحوَهُ فسَرى
والشوقُ هاديهِ والتّبريحُ حاديهِ
I rode the back of my passion toward it
With yearning as its guide and consolation its rider
حتى علِقْتُ بأستارِ الجمالِ به
وقلتُ رُحماكَ يا مستعذِبَ التّيهِ
Until I clung to the curtains of beauty in it
And said: may your bewilderment be sweetened
هل منكَ في عرَفاتِ الحسنِ عرْفُ جدًى
أو في مِنى الطّرفِ من منٍّ أرجّيهِ
Is there from you in the plains of beauty a plain of sacrifice?
Or in the tribute of the gaze a tribute I hope for?
عجبتُ من مستَميحِ الباخلينَ ندىً
وغيثُ أحمدَ قد سحّتْ عزاليهِ
I wonder at the rain clouds being stingy with dew
While the rain of Ahmed has poured on his isolation
الحافظُ الدّينَ والحامي مسارحَهُ
والحارسُ الفضلَ والكالي نواحيهِ
The preserver of religion and the guard of its theatres
And the keeper of virtue and its realms
فالشرْعُ أزهرُ مصقولٌ جوانبُه
والدّينُ أخضرُ مطلولٌ مراعِيهِ
The Shariah is the most polished pearl its aspects
And the religion the greenest adorned with its pastures
أغرُّ يصدعُ بالعلم اليقينِ حشى
ما أحدثَ الناسُ من جهلٍ وتمويهِ
I boast expounding knowledge and certainty candidly
What ignorance and pretense people have feathered
ما زال يبسطُ والأيامُ قابضةٌ
ويُرتَجى في دُجى خطبٍ فيُرْجيهِ
He continues to unfold while the days withdraw
And he is hoped for in the darkness of difficult affairs to make them hopeful
يُعدي الأعادي على أموالِه كرَماً
وينثَني فيعفّي فقرَ عافيهِ
He exceeds enemies in generosity with his money
And in pardoning the poverty of the needy he bows
فما تستّرُ عن مدحٍ مناقبهُ
ولا تجرّدُ عن حمدٍ مساعِيهِ
His virtues are not concealed from praise
Nor are his efforts stripped of eulogy
حسبُ الشريعةِ أنّ الله شيّدَها
بمَنْ أقرّ بما فيه مُنافيه
It suffices the Shariah that Allah established it
With one who affirmed what contradicts it
بحافظٍ ما تجلّى صُبْحَ مكرمةٍ
إلا انْجَلى من ظلامِ الشّكّ داجيهِ
With a preserver - no morning of honor has dawned
Except that the darkness of doubt in him vanished
يروي فيُروى غليلُ الدين من حصَرٍ
أدناهُ نقلاً وقد شطّتْ مراميهِ
He narrates so the thirst of religion is quenched from drought
He brought it near via transmission when its goals had distant horizons
كم مُقفَلٍ ضلّ فيه العقلُ فانفرجَتْ
أرجاؤه لحجاهُ عن معانيهِ
How many perverse matters the mind went astray in, then its corners opened
When his reasoning saved it from its meanings
وموبَقٍ قد سقاهُ غيثَ فِطنتِه
مُزناً أيادي رياحِ الفكرِ تمريهِ
And a doomed one whom the rain of his insight watered
Abundantly, making the winds of thought flow to him
ومجدِبِ العيش وافى منه ذا كرَمٍ
يُميتُ جدْواهُ والأشعارُ تُحيْييهِ
And one whose life was barren but attained from his generosity
He enlivens his poverty though the poetic lines lauded him
وناظمٍ دُرَّ شعرٍ منه أحرزه
يُعينه بمَعانيهِ ويُغنيهِ
And a composer of poetic pearls some of which he gained from him
Who aids him with meanings and enriches him
كالبحرِ والكافُ إن أنصفتَ زائدةٌ
فيه فلا تحسَبْنَها كافَ تَشبيهِ
Like the sea - and if you judge the letter kaf to exceed it
Then do not consider it to resemble the kaf of similarity
يا حافظاً نال أقصى الفضلِ ممتَطِياً
مطّاً من العزمِ يُنضيهِ ويُمْضيهِ
O preserver who attained the furthest extent of merit mounted
On determination that pushes him and he pushes forward
إذا تصرّمَ عامٌ أنت عامرُه
فكلُّ أيامِه عيدٌ لنا فيهِ
If a year grows old you make it prosperous
So all its days are a holiday for us in it