أَيُّها الظافِرُ أَبشِر بِالظَفَر

وَاِجتَلِ التَأييدَ في أَبهى الصوَّر

O victor, rejoice in victory

And don the finest garb of support

وَتَفَيَّأَ ظِلَّ سَعدٍ تَجتَني

فيهِ مِن غَرسِ المُنى أَحلى الثَمَر

And enjoy the shade of auspice bearing

The sweetest fruit from the tree of desire

وَرِدِ الصُبحَ فَكَم مُستَوحِشٍ

غَرِضٍ مِنكَ إِلى أُنُسِ الصَدَر

Return at dawn, after many a lonely night

Spent yearning for the joy of your company

كانَ مِن قُربِكَ في عَيشٍ نَدٍ

عَطِرِ الآصالِ وَضّاحِ البُكَر

When you were near, living was sweet

Fragrant with friendship, radiant each dawn

كُلَّما شاءَ تَأَتّى أَن يَرى

خُلُقَ البِرجيسِ في خَلقِ القَمَر

Whenever he wished, he could behold

A moon's nature in a Perseus' form

فَثَوى دونَكَ مَثوى قَلِقٍ

يَشتَكي مِن لَيلِهِ مَطلَ السَحَر

While without you he restless lies

Complaining to the lingering night

قُل لِساقينا يَحُز أَكؤُسَهُ

وَلِشادينا يَصِل قَطعَ الوَتَر

Tell our cupbearer to fill our cups

And our singer to string his tune

حَسبُنا سُكرٌ جَنَتهُ ذِكَرٌ

دونَهُ السُكرُ الَّذي يَجني السَكَر

Drunken, we are, on the wine of your name

Not the drunkenness that makes one reel

لَم يُغادِر لي سَقامي جَلَداً

مَعَ أَنّي لَم أَزَل ثَبتَ المِرَر

My sickness has left me no respite

Though I have remained stoic throughout

أَيُّها الماشي البَرازَ المُنبَري

لِزَماني إِن مَشى نَحوي الخَمَر

O walker of the eloquent pulpit

Accompany the season if it turns to wine

وَالَّذي إِن سيمَ ما فَوقَ الرِضى

وُجِدَ الأَلوى البَعيدَ المُستَمَرّ

By the one whom if he were to allow

Continued joy found far and wide

وَإِذا أَعتَبَ في مَعتَبَةٍ

لانَ مِنهُ جانِبُ السَمحِ اليَسَر

And when he reproached for a fault

His side of tolerance bent easy

نَظمِيَ المُهدى إِلى أَبرَعِ مَن

نَظَمَ السِحرَ بَياناً أَو نَثَر

My verse offered to the most eloquent

Who has crafted magic in prose or poem

لي فيهِ المَثَلُ السائِرُ عَن

جالِبِ التَمرِ إِلى أَرضِ هَجَر

For him the example forever remains

Of bringing dates to the land of dearth

غَيرَ أَنَّ العُذرَ رَسمٌ واضِحٌ

تُنفَثُ الشَكوى إِذا الشَوقُ صَدَر

Except the excuse is clear to see

When longing breaks out in complaint

ثُمَّ قَد وُفِّقَ عَبدٌ عَظُمَت

نِعمَةُ المَولى عَلَيهِ فَشَكَر

Then a servant was granted success

As the Master's favor he did thank

لا عَدا حَظَّكَ إِقبالٌ تُرى

قاضِياً أَثناءَهُ كُلَّ وَطَر

None but your fortune determining

The judge of all its sides

وَاِصطَبِح كَأسَ الرِضى مِن مَلِكٍ

سِرتَ في إِرضائِهِ أَزكى السِيَر

And sip the wine of content by a king

Whose pleasure you sought in your deeds

حينَ صَمَّمتَ إِلى أَعدائِهِ

فَاِنتَحَتهُم مِنكَ صَمّاءُ الغِيَر

When you marched against his enemies

Deaf to the words of detractors

فاضَ غَمرٌ لِلنَدى مِن فَوقِهِم

كانَ يُروي شُربَهُم مِنهُ الغُمَر

A flood poured over them from above

Once their drink, now their grave

سَبَقَ الناسَ فَصَلّى مِنكَ مَن

إِن رَأى آثارَهُ الزُهرَ اِقتَفَر

They preceded people, so from you prayed

Whoever saw their traces, desiccate

زِنتُما الأَيّامَ إِذ مُلكُكُما

سالَ في أَوجُهِها سَيلَ الغُرَر

You two adorned the days as you reigned

With a torrent of boons flowing free

فَاِبقَيا في دَولَةٍ قادِرَةٍ

بَعضُ حُرّاسِ نَواحيها القَدَر

So remain in a kingdom so empowered

Some of whose borders are decreed by fate

مُستَذِلَّي مَن طَغى مُستَأصِلَي

شَأفَةَ الباغي مُقيلَي مَن عَثَر

Subduing the arrogant, uprooting oppression

Staying the despot, aiding the weak

عَلِّمي مَن ضَلَّ مُزنَي مَن شَكا

خَلَّةَ الإِمحالِ بَدرَي مَن نَظَر

Guiding the lost, comforting the worried

Informing the confused, enlightening the blind

تَضحَكُ الأَزمُنُ عَن عَلياكُما

ضَحِكَ الرَوضَةِ عَن ثَغرِ الزَهَر

Eras smile at your heights

As a meadow does at a flower