Claude 2

  1. أَرى دَهري تَفَضَّلَ واستِفادا

    بِنابِغَة نَسيَت بِهِ زِيادا

    I see my fate has been kind, gaining

    From an eminent one I forgot Ziyad.

  2. وَلما أَن مَضى عَنّا زِياد

    لَنظم الشعر عَوَّضَنا زِنادا

    And when Ziyad passed away from us

    We substituted poetry for Zinad.

  3. وَحينَ أَتاكَ ذاكَ أَفادَ هَذا

    فَأَنسى مَن أَتاكَ لمن أَفادا

    And when he came to you and enlightened you

    He made you forget who enlightened you before.

  4. وَما أَعني سِواكَ أَبا عَليِّ

    فَكُن حَيثُ اشتُهيتَ تَكُن مُرادا

    I mean none but you, Abu Ali

    Be where you wish, you will attain what you desire.

  5. لَقَد حَلَّت قَصائِدُكَ المَعالي

    صنوف الفَخرِ مَثنى أَو فُرادى

    Your sublime poems have certainly come

    In varieties of pride, singly or in pairs.

  6. فَإِن أَغزلت كُنتَ لَها وِشاحاً

    وَإِن أَجزَلت كُنتَ لَها نجادا

    If you compose love poems, you are a passion for them,

    And if you compose seriously, you are their purpose.

  7. بهرن فَلو تَبَين عَلى حُسودٍ

    لَقالَ بِغَيرِ شَهوَتِهِ أَجادا

    Dazzling, if you appeared to the envious

    He would against his desire say you are excellent.

  8. سمت بِكَ هِمَّة لَم تَرضَ حَتّى

    غَدا فَلكَ النُجومُ لَها جَوادا

    You set a resolve that would not be content until

    The stars revolved around you as their steeds.

  9. يَكون لَها الهِلال اليوم نَعلاً

    وَفي عَشرٍ يَكون لَها بِدادا

    The crescent would be its slipper one day

    And in ten days, its armory.

  10. أَتاني عَنك ذكر لَو تَمادى

    إِلى الأَمواتِ كانَ لَها معادا

    News of you came to me, and if it persisted

    To the dead, it would have brought them back to life.

  11. ثَناءٌ أَم ثَنايا أَقحوانٍ

    تَبَسَّم غِبَّ أَدمعها فَزادا

    Praise or the cooing of ring doves

    A sad tear smiled, and it increased.

  12. حَظيت بِهِ فكنت هُناك قُسّاً

    وَكانَ الناس كلهم إِيادا

    I obtained it, so I was harsh there

    While all people were gentle.

  13. بَعَثتُ إِلَيكَ في ميدان طِرسي

    مِنَ الأَلفاظِ مضمرة جِيادا

    I sent you to the battlefield of poetry

    Concealed words, its steeds.

  14. وَلَو اسطيع كانَ بَياض عيني

    لَها طَرساً وأسودها مِدادا

    If I could, the whiteness of my eye

    Would be its parchment, and its blackness, its ink.

  15. وَقَد أَسَّستَ مكرمة فَشيد

    فَمثلك من إِذا أَبدى أَعادا

    You have established a noble character, so build,

    For the likes of you, when he initiates, repeats.