يا مَنْ يَبُلُّ بِمَا يَقُولُ أُوامِي

ويَبُوخُ نَارَ صَبَابَتِي وغَرَامِي

O you who is afflicted by what I say, my sorrows,

And quenches the fire of my youth and passion,

أحْييتَ حِينَ بَعَثْتَ لِي بتَحيةٍ

وسَلِمْتَ إذْ أرْسلتَ لي بسَلامِ

You brought me to life when you sent me a greeting,

And greeted when you sent me a salutation,

من بَعدمَا وقَفتْ علَى طَرَفِ الرَّدَى

نَفْسي وما حَامَتْ ورَاءَ حِمَامي

After my soul had stood at the edge of rejection

And what it pined for behind its pigeons,

بَيتَان كَانَا مِنكَ جَاءَا نِعْمَةً

رَجَحَتْ بِما عِندِي من الأنْعَامِ

Two verses came from you as a blessing,

Outweighing what bounties I have,

إنِّي لأَرْجُو أنَّ هَذِي قَطْرةٌ

جَاءَتْ مُقَدِّمةَ الغَمَامِ الهَامِي

I do hope that this is a drop,

That came foretelling the gathering clouds,

فالنَّارُ يُلقِيها الزِّنَادُ شَرَارَةً

وتَكُونُ فِيمَا بعد ذَات ضَرَامِ

Fire is sparked by the flint a spark,

To become thereafter of glowing embers,

إنَّ الهِلاَلَ تَرَاهُ أصغَرَ ما يُرَى

جُرْماً ويَبْدُو بعدُ بَدْرَ تَمَامِ

The crescent you see is the smallest in size,

In mass, and appears later a full moon,

ولَرُبَّمَا أَخْذَاكَ طَيِّب نَشْرِهِ

زَهْرُ الحدَائِقِ وهوَ في الأكْمَامِ

And perhaps the good scent of its bloom would seize you,

The flowers of the gardens while still in buds,

إنْ طَالَ بالآبَاءِ غَيرُكَ إنَّنِي

بِكَ ما أطولُ مفاخِراً وأُسَامِي

If the fathers before you were long-lived, I swear

With you I have no end to glories and highnesses,

لازِلْتَ مَكْلوءاً علَى مَنآكَ عَنْ

عَيْنِي بِعَينِ الوَاحِدِ العَلاَّمِ

You remain laden over your resting place from,

My eye by the eye of the All-Knowing Omniscient