ديوان رامي تحت حاشية الصبا

عذب عليه من الرواة زحام

The Diwan of Rami under the Margin of Youth

Many narrators swarmed to its sweetness

بالأمس بل صدى النهى وَسمِيَّه

واليوم للتالى الولىّ سجام

Yesterday, nay the echo of prohibition and fasting

And today for the next, the first a muzzle

شعر جرى فيه الشباب كأنه

جنبات روض طَلَّهن غمام

Poetry flowed, wherein youth was as though

The sides of a garden overcast by clouds

في كل بيت مجلس ومدامة

وبكل باب وقفة وغرام

In each verse a gathering and wine

And by each gate a standstill and passion

يا راميا غرض الكلام يصيبه

لك منزع في السهل ليس يرام

O Rami your words hit their mark

You have a purpose in the plain, not to be denied

خذ في مراميك المدى بعد المدى

إن الشباب وراءه الأيام

Take in your sights distance after distance

For youth, after it are the days

أما زهير فقد سما هرم به

ولتسمون بشعرك الأهرام

As for Zuhair he made his old age soar

And with your poetry you shall make the pyramids soar

فخذ النبوغ عليه وارق رقيَّه

ولكل بدر مرتقى وتمام

So take genius as your own and gently lift it

For each full moon a rising and completeness