ويوم من صَبا آذار حلوٍ

فقدناه وما بلغ الشبابا

One day in the spring of March so sweet

We lost him before he reached his youth

تَصَوَّر من حلى النيروز وجها

وَجمَّع من زخارفه إهابا

He imagined the beauty of Niroz's adornments

And gathered their decorations in awe

فَرَاق صباحه صحوا وزهوا

ولذَّ ضحاه حاشية وطابا

His morning departed healthy and delighted

And the edges of his days were pleasant

تناثر في البطاح حلى وأوفى

على الآفاق فانتظم الهضابا

Jewels were scattered in the valley and he was true

To the horizons where the hills were strung

وسالت شمسه في البحر تبرا

على مثل الزمرد حين ذابا

His sun flowed in the sea as clear

As emerald when it melted

كأن نسيمه نفَس العذارى

طعمن الشهد أو ذقن الخبايا

As if his breeze was the breath of virgins

Who tasted honey or sipped the hidden sips

تمناه ابن عباد صبوحا

إذا حث المزاهر والشرابا

Ibn Abbad wished for him in the mornings

When he stirred the flowers and drinks

وما قدَّرت أن سيجنّ ظهرا

ولم تكن القيامة لي حسابا

I did not intend he would become an evening

And resurrection was not a reckoning for me

تشعَّث لِمة واغبر وجها

ودلَّى مِشفرا وأفترنابا

Disheveled, dusty, his face darkened

And his sword dripping, unsheathed

وبدَّل حسن ذاك السمت قبحا

وأصناف النعيم به عذابا

He changed that handsome form to ugliness

And types of bliss with it to torture

وضج البحر حتى خِيل موسى

أتى بعصاه أو فرعون آبا

The sea roared as if Moses came

With his staff or the pharaoh brought his ships

وأبرق في العباب كأن سرا

بأسطول الجزيرة قد أهابا

Lightning flashed in the clouds as if an army

Of the peninsula marched with their tents

كأن شعاعها في الثلج نار

لفارس حولها ضربوا القبابا

As if its rays amidst the snow were fire

And horsemen around struck their shelters

أو الحسناء يوم العرس جنَّت

فمزقتِ الغلائل والنقابا

Or the beautiful bride on her wedding day

Who tore her veils and face covers

فمن سَحَر السماء فأمطرتنا

فكان الدر والذهب الذهابا

So whoever charmed the sky and rained on us

Pearls and gold poured down

تروق العين من بيضاء حال

كما تَرَّبتَ بالتِبر الكتابا

The eye delights in his pure state

As the parchment was nurtured by ashes

منادف عسجد ظفرت بقطن

فما تألوه ندفا وانتهابا

With the cotton it obtained, the spindle was blessed

And did not cease twisting and pulling

وقطَّعن الثلوج لكل روض

وكل خميلة منها ثيابا

They cut through the snows to every meadow

And every lover's clothes there

فمن صور مجللة فِراء

ووِلدان مسربلة جبايا

So whoever fashioned the furs

And the young lads robed in burdens