سَقى الوَدق ما بَينَ الرِياض لَنا صرحا

سَفحت دُموعي في مَعالمه سَفحا

The valleys between meadows were watered for us by Wadaq

My tears flowed over its features profusely

وَمِنيَ ما أَبقى فِراق قطينهِ

سِوى الكَبد الحَراءِ وَالمُقلة الجَرحا

And nothing of my separation from its dwellers remains

Except my inflamed liver and my wounded heart

وَعَهدي بِهِ وَالعَيش تُندي ظِلالَهُ

وَتَنفح ني رَيّا حَدائِقُهُ نَفحا

My pact with it is that life casts its shadows

And its gardens blow a gentle breeze over me

يُطارِحني ذكر الهَوى فيهِ شادِنٌ

بِكُل حَشىً عيداهُ قَد تُرِكَت جَرحا

The memory of passion in it makes me collapse

At every celebration, its wounds remain gashed

يَميل عَلى النَدمان عَجَباً كَأَنَّهُ

أَراكة وادي الشَعب أَو يانة البَطحا

It leans in wonder over the two hills as if it were

The plain of Al-Sha’b or the plateau of Al-Bat’ha

وَيُرسل مِن ظَلماءِ طرتِهِ الدُجى

وَيَطلع مِن لَألاءِ غُرَتهِ الصُبحا

It sends from the darkness of its heights, gloom

And from the brightness of its summits, dawn emerges

تَهبُّ عَلى الواشين نَسمة وَدّه

وَتَضرب عَني كُلَّما خَطرت صَفحا

A breeze of affection blows over those who camp there

And turns away from me whenever I venture forth

أُراعُ وَلَم أُذنب وَأَجفا وَلَم أَخُن

وَأَطلُب مِن قَبل المُحاربة الصُلحا

I cry out though I have done no wrong, and it estranged though I was true

I seek reconciliation through fighting

فَما تَرك الأَيّام مثل مُوَدِعي

بَخيلاً وَلا مثل الأَعزَ بِها سَمحا

The days left behind no one like my bidder farewell

Nor anyone as generous to them as my most noble

مُحَمَد النَدب الَّذي لَو فَدينهُ

بِروحِيَ مِن دون الأَنام فَما الحا

Muhammad whom if my soul could ransom

I would give it for him without the people's presence

بَليغ أَرانا اللَهُ كُل فَضيلة

تَجمَع فيهِ وَالهِداية وَالنُصحا

God has shown us every merit in him

Combined with guidance and good counsel

وَقَد بَلغ الفُرس الثُرَيا وَفاخَرت

بِهِ العَرب العَرباءُ وَاللغة الفُصحا

He has attained the most noble of steeds and the Arabs

Pure of speech and tongue have prided themselves on him

تُناط بِهِ الآمال وَالخَطب فَاغر

وَيَستَمطر الجَدوى إِذا الغَيث ما سَحا

Hopes and affairs revolve around him, so welcome

And he brings benefits whenever rain pours

تَبيت عُيون المَجد فيهِ قَريرَةٌ

وَيُصبح وَجه العز مُبتَهِجاً نَجحا

The eyes of glory twinkle in him serenely

And the face of honor awakes cheerful with success

وَلَولاهُ ما جادَت يشعر فريحَتي

وَلا نظمت مِن درما اقترحت مَدحا

Had it not been for him, the winds of my poetry would not blow

Nor would I have composed with my plectrum any eulogy

فَإِن اِمتِداحي غَير مَن هُوَ أَهلَهُ

حَيائِيَ مِن أَعضاي انزحها نَزحا

For praising other than the most deserving

My shyness prevents members from moving away

أَخا المَجد عُذراً فَالليالي خؤونَةٌ

تُبدل في عَيني مَحاسنها قُبحا

O brother of glory, forgive me, for nights are sorrowful

Changing in my eyes their beauties into ugliness

أَبادَت بَقايا الصَبر مني صَئولةٌ

فَما صَحبت سَيفاً وَلا اِعتَقَلت رُمحا

The remnants of patience in me were destroyed by worries

So I have neither borne a sword nor grasped a lance

أَبيت وَلا أَلفٌ انثُّ شَكيتي

لَدَيهِ سِوى وَرَقاً تُجاوبني صَدحا

I refused thousands of companions for my complaints

Except for leaves echoing my sorrows back to me

أَقطر مِن جفنيَّ روحيَ أَدمُعاً

وَأَطوي عَلى جَمر أَصعدهُ كَشحا

I shed my soul in tears from my eyelids

And fold over embers, fanning them forcefully

فَدُم مُؤلاً أَرجوك في كُل حادث

فَإِن ظلاماتي بِغَيرك لا تَمحا

So please sympathize at every misfortune

For without you, my darkness is not dispelled