أَقولُ بِعَمّان وَهَل طَرَبي بِهِ
إِلَى أَهلِ سلعٍ إِن تَشَوَّفتُ نافِعُ
I say in Amman though it delights me,
To the people of Sal' if I yearn, beneficial,
أَصاحِ أَلَم تَحزُنكَ ريحٌ مَريضَةٌ
وَبَرقٌ تَلالا بِالعَقيقَينِ لامِعُ
My friend, doesn't a sick wind sadden you
And lightning flashing on Al-'Aqeeq, shining?
فَإِنَّ الغَريبَ الدَارِ مِمّا يَشوقُهُ
نَسيمُ الرِياحِ والبُروقُ اللَوامِعُ
For the stranger to his land, what makes him yearn
Is the breeze of winds and lightning flashing.
وَمِن دونِ ما أَسمو بِطَرفي لأَرضِهِم
مَفاوِزُ مُغبَرٌّ مِنَ التيهِ واسِعُ
And without what they called the edge of their land
Are vast, dusty expanses of loss, expansive.
نَظَرتُ عَلى فَوتٍ وَأَوفى عَشيَّةً
بِنا منظَرٌ مِن حِصنِ عَمّانَ يافِعُ
I looked out over plains, and evening brought us
A scene from Amman fortress, alluring.
وَلِلعَينِ أَسرابٌ تَفيضُ كَأَنَّما
تُعَلُّ بِكُحلِ الصابِ مِنها المَدامِعُ
And for the eye migrating flocks, as if
They were dyed with kohl, their tears flowing.
لأُبصِرَ أَحياءً بِخاخٍ تَضَمَّنَت
مَنازِلَهُم مِنها التِلاعُ الدَوافِعُ
I would see dwellings with tents they comprised,
Among them the striking brilliant peaks.
فَأَبدَت كَثيراً نَظرَتي مِن صَبابَتي
وَأَكثَرُ مِنها ما تُجِنُّ الأَضالِعُ
My gaze showed much of my youth,
But more numerous were those that split my ribs.
وَكَيفَ اشتِياقُ المَرءِ يَبكي صَبابَةً
إِلى مَن نأَى عَن دارِهِ وَهوَ طائِعُ
How can a man's yearning weep with youth
For one who left his home willingly?
لعَمرُ ابنَةِ الزَيديِّ إِنَّ ادِّكارَها
عَلى كُلِّ حالٍ لِلفُؤادِ لَرائِعُ
By the life of the Zaydi's daughter, remembering her
Is, in any state, exhilarating for the heart.
وَإِنّي لِذِكراها عَلى كُلِّ حالَةٍ
مِنَ الغَورِ أَو جَلسِ البِلادِ لَنازِعُ
And I, remembering her in any circumstance,
From the valley or settled lands, am disputing.
لَقَد كُنتُ أَبكِي وَالنَوى مُطمَئِنَّةٌ
بِنا وَبِكُم مِن عِلمِ ما البَينُ صانِعُ
I used to cry while the purpose was assured,
By us and you, though the separation makes.
وَقَد ثَبَتَت في الصَدرِ مِنها مَوَدَّةٌ
كَما ثَبَتَت في الراحَتَينِ الأَصابِعُ
And affection for her is firmly rooted
In my chest, as fingers grasp firmly.
أَهُمُّ لأَنسَى ذِكرَها فَيَشوقُني
رِفاقٌ إِلى أَهلِ الحِجازِ نَوازِعُ
Will I forget mentioning her, and yearn
For companions to the people of Hejaz, nudging?