حَيَّت رُسومَكَ جِدَّةٌ مِن دارِ
وَسَرَت عَلَيكَ مِنَ الغَمامِ سَوارِ
Your features have become old from the house,
And the bracelets of clouds have flowed over you.
فَصُبابَتي بِمُحَصَّبٍ مِن خَبئِها
نَثَرَت جِمارَ الدَمعِ مِن أَشفارِ
So my youthfulness with curled locks
Sheds the tears' embers from the eyelids.
رَسمٌ يُساوِرُهُ البِلى فَكَأَنَّهُ
فيهِ وَشيكُ المَحوِ في الأَسطارِ
A drawing, worn by oblivion, as if
It is about to fade soon in the lines.
تَرَكَ المتيَّمَ لا يُفيقُ وَما اِحتَسى
إلّا مُثارَ الشَوقِ غَيرَ مُدارِ
It left the lover sleepless, and he gained
Nothing but the arousal of longing and turning.
فَيخالُ نفحَ التُربِ مِسكاً أَذفَراً
وَيَخالُ عِطفَ النُؤي شَطرَ سِوارِ
So he imagines the scent of dust to be fragrant musk,
And imagines the bending of the twigs to be a bracelet.
وَمُنازِعي كَأسَ السُهادِ زَواهرٌ
أمَّ الذَميلُ بِها بَعيدَ مَغارِ
My drinking companions of the goblet of wine
Are flowers, through which the predawn gently blows.
أَو بارِقٌ طَيَّ الغَياهِبِ مِثلَ ما
خَطَّت عَلى سَبَجٍ سُطورُ نُضارِ
Or it is a lightning that illuminated the dark,
As lines of splendor described the horizon.
قَدَحَتهُ أيدي الغَيمِ في فَحَمِ الدُجى
فَكَأَنَّما هُوَ مِن أُوارِيَ وارِ
The hands of the clouds sparked it in the gloom of night,
As if it were the flash of lightning and thunder.
وَرَعَيتُها حتّى إذا صَدَحَت عَلى
أَيكِ الدُجُنَّةِ للصَباحِ قُماري
I herded it until it bellowed
At the time your sand dunes bellow for dawn.
وَلَقَد قَدَحتُ زِنادَ شَوقٍ يَهتَدي
بِلَهيبِهِ طَيفُ الخَيالِ الساري
And I have sparked a flint of longing that
Guides the specter of imagination astray.
لَكِنَّهُم مَنَعوا الخَيالَ مَعَ الكَرى
وَكَفى بِصَدٍّ بَعدَ شَحطِ مَزارِ
But they prevented imagination along with worries,
And enough rejection after glory of tombs.
إن بانَ أُنسي كانَ أُنسِيَ لَوعَتي
أو بانَ جاري كانَ دَمعي جاري
If my intimacy had lasted, my intimacy would have pained me,
Or if my neighbor had lasted, my tears would have lasted.
أو أنتَشِق أرَجَ الحَياةِ فَذاكَ ما
يُهديهِ نَفحُ بَشامَةٍ وَعَرارِ
Or if I smell the scent of life, that is what
Is brought by a scent of youthfulness and commotion.
فاجعَل شِعارَكَ عَزمَةً مِن هِمَّةٍ
أَمضى وَأقضى مِن شَباة غِرارِ
So take as your motto a determination of ambition,
Stronger and more fulfilling than the delusions of youth.
وَاحمِ الذَميلَ على المَطِيِّ سِوى إذا
أمَّت بِوَخدٍ مَطلِعَ الأَنوارِ
And goad your riding camel beyond, unless
The possessor of a cheek has beckoned at daybreak.
وَالثَم هُنالِك تُربَةَ العِزِّ الَّتي
أَزرى حَصاها رِفعَةً بِدَرارِ
And the price there is the soil of honor,
Which I have planted its pebbles with elevation.
الأَمجَدُ الشَرِف الَّذي قَد جادَهُ
مِن نَفحِ روحِ اللَهِ صَوبُ قِطارِ
The greatest glory is the honor that
Flowed to people from the breath of God.
حَرَمُ الهدايَةِ وَالرِسالَةِ خَيرُ ما
يُلقي النَزيلُ بِهِ عَصى التَسيارِ
The sanctuary of guidance and message is the best
That the guest throws his walking stick at.
وَطَنُ النَبِيُّ الطاهِرِ المُختارِ مَن
أَعلى ذَوائِبَ يَعرُبٍ وَنِزارِ
It is the homeland of the purest, chosen Prophet,
From the highest Arab genealogies.
هادٍ إِلى السَنَنِ القَويمِ وَآخِذٍ
حِجزَ الخَلائِقِ عَن شَفيرِ النارِ
Guiding to the straight path, adhering
To people's reins from the edge of Hellfire.
وَمُؤَيَّدٍ بِالمُعجِزاتِ المُحكَما
تِ الساطِعاتِ الواضِحاتِ مَنارِ
Confirmed by evident, shining miracles
That illuminate as lighthouses.
وَتَباشَرَ الهُدى المُنيفُ بِهِ كَما
يَتَباشَرُ الأَمحالُ بِالأَمطارِ
And the gentle guidance flowed through it,
As showers flow through afflictions.
وَتَزَيَّنَت بِشِعارِه الدُنيا كَما
تَتَزَيَّنُ الأَغصانُ بِالأَزهارِ
And it has adorned itself with his emblem
As branches adorn themselves with flowers.
وَانجابَ غَيمُ الشَكِّ عَن وَجهِ الهُدى
وَأَنارَ بَدرُ الحَقِّ بَعدَ سِرارِ
The cloud of doubt went away from the face of guidance,
And the moon of truth shone after concealment.
يا خَيرَ مَن يَجري الرَجاءُ لِبابِه
حَذَرَ البَوارِ وَموبِقَ الأَوزارِ
O best one, to whose door hopes flow,
Cautious of destruction and burdensome sins.
فَصِفاتُكَ الغُرُّ الَّتي لا تَنقَضي
أَو تَنقَضي بِالعَدِّ قَطرُ بِحارِ
Your sublime characteristics that do not end
Or end by counting are drops of seas.
أَخرَسنَ كُلَّ أخي بَيانٍ مُسهِبٍ
وَجَلَبنَ عَيَّ المِصقَعِ المِكثارِ
It silenced every eloquent brother
And amazed the constant chatterer.
صَلّى عَلَيكَ اللَهُ ما نَمَّ الصَبا
بِشَذى رِياضِ الزَهرِ في الأَسحارِ
May God send blessings upon you as long as
Dawn breathes the scent of meadows at daybreak.
وَأَدامَ وارِثَ دَستِ هَديِكَ سِبطَكَ الز
زاكي الأَرومَةِ في أَصيلِ فَخارِ
And may He keep your heir, your pure grandson,
The fertile palm tree on original ground.
سَبّاقُ شَأوِ المَجدِ أَدنى خَطوُهُ
أَمَدَ المُباري أَو طُموحَ مُجارِ
His first step in the race of glory
Reaches further than the outstretched or the ambitious.
فَإِذا السَوابِقُ عارَضَت مِضمارَهُ
رَجَعَت وَلَم تَعلَق لَهُ بِغُبارِ
When the predecessors race with his track,
They return without even a speck of his dust on them.
أَقلامُهُ إن خطَّت تَوقيعَ العُلى
يَومَ الوَغى قَصَدَ القَنا الخَطّارِ
If his pens wrote the signature of exaltation
On the day of battle, it heads to the dangerous spearhead.
وَلَهُ نَدى كَفٍّ يُساجِلُهُ الحَيا
فَيَغُضُّ جامِحَهُ يَدُ الإِقصارِ
He has such splendor in his palm that life
Withdraws its deficient hand from competing with it.
ما أَقسَمَ العافي بِها إِلّا اِنثَنى
وَيَمينُهُ مَقرونَةٌ بِيَسارِ
Whenever he swears an oath, he fulfills it,
As his right hand is linked to the left.
فَهُوَ الَّذي سَلَبَ المُلوكَ نُفوسَها
وَلَبوسَها وَمُمهِّدُ الأَقطارِ
He is the one who captured kings’ souls,
As well as their attire, and the preparer of lands.
ما عاصِمٌ مِن دونِهِ لُجَجٌ وَلا
يَحمي شَقِيّاً مِنهُ بيدُ قِفارِ
No protector can protect the wicked from him,
Nor can the hand of wastelands shelter the miserable.
وَمَتى يُجَهِّز للعُداةِ رِسالَةً
كانَت لَهُم بِالجَحفَلِ الجَرّارِ
And whenever he prepares a message for the enemies,
It comes to them as a formidable army.
قَدّاحُ زَندِ المكرُماتِ وَمُعتَلي
أَوجَ الفَخارِ وَمُدرِكُ الأَوتارِ
The igniter of the flints of honors, the climber
To the peaks of pride, and the obtainer of goals.
وَجَميلُ ذِكرِك صارَ أسرى مِن صَبا
في حَيثُ لا يَبدو دَليلُ نَهارِ
The good mention of you has become a prisoner since childhood
Where no sign of daylight appears.
وَكَفى بِلَثمِ التُربِ مِن آثارِهِ
شَرَفَ الرِقابِ وَرِفعَةَ المِقدارِ
And tasting the dust of your relics is enough
For the honor of necks and the elevation of ranks.
لا زالَ وَهوَ مُؤيَّدٌ وَمُسَدَّدٌ
حامي الذِمارَ مُظَفَّرُ الأَنصارِ
He still remains supported and guided,
The protector of pillars and victorious supporter.
