دنوّاً لَقَد أَوهى تَجَلُديَ البُعدُ

وَوَصلاً فَقَد أَدمى جَوانِحيَ الصَدُّ

My endurance is exhausted by distance, beloved

And my wings are bloodied by separation, beloved

أَجنُّ غَراماً فيكَ خيفة كاشح

وَمِن مَدمَعي وَدَق وَفي كَبدي وَقَد

I am consumed by secretive love for you

And my tears flow as my liver burns, and in my chest is an ember

وَبي فَوقَ ما بِالناس مِن لاعج الهَوى

وَلَكن أَبى أَن يَجزَع الأَسَد الوَرد

I suffer beyond what people normally endure from passion

But I refused to let the lion's heart wilt for a rose

فَيا مَن يُبين الرُشد فيمَن أُحِبُهُ

مَتّى يَلتَقي الحُب المُبرح وَالرُشد

O you who shows me the right course regarding whom I love

When will requited love and propriety meet?

تَلاعَبتُ بِالأَشواق حَتّى لَعِبنَ بي

وَما كُنتُ أَدري أَن هَزل الهَوى جَد

I toyed with passions until they played with me

I did not know the jest of love would become serious

بليت بِقاس لا يَرق فُؤادَهُ

عَلَيَّ وَها قَد رَقَ لي الحَجَرُ الصَلد

I am afflicted by one whose heart feels no tenderness

Yet for me even solid rock has softened

أُعاني بِهِ ما يَعجَز الدَهرُ بَعضَهُ

وَاحمل ما قَد كلَّ عَن حَملِهِ الجُهد

I bear what time itself cannot bear some of

And carry what effort itself has been too weak to carry

إِذا جِئتَهُ يَوماً لَبث شَكية

أَروح بِأَشجان عَلى مِثلِها أَغدو

If I come to him one day and find fault with him

I set out with more painful sighs the next day

وَادفع عَنهُ النَفس وَهِيَ عَصية

وَهَل يُمكن الظَمآن عَن مَورد رَدُّ

I shield him, though my soul resists

Can the thirsty be turned away from water?

تَهددني مِن مُقلَتيهِ إِذا رَنا

قَواضب مِما يَصنع اللَهُ لا الهِند

When she-camel litter threatens me with

Deaths made by God, not by India

حَداد يَلوح المَوت في صَفحاتِها

مَواض لَها في كُل جارِحة غَمد

Mourning unsheathed, death gleaming on its blades

Sheaths in every limb, every hand a scabbard

كَأَنَّ عَلَيها القَتل ضَربة لازِبِ

فَلَيسَ لَها مِما تُحاوِلهُ بُدُّ

As if slaughter itself has marked them

They have no choice but what they attempt

تَعَلم مِنها الدَهر صَولة فاتِكِ

فَما بَرِحَت تَزداد فَتكاً وَتَشتَدُّ

You see in them the ferocity of fate

Ever increasing in devastation and harshness

كَأَنَّهُما في حَلبة الضَيم فارِساً

رِهانٍ وَكُلُ مِنهُما سابق يَعدو

As if in the arena of injustice two horsemen

Racing, each rider spurring his mount

سَأَفزع مِن جور الخُطوب وَاِنثَني

إِلى عَدل مِن أَضحى لَهُ الحَل وَالعقد

I will be startled by the tyranny of afflictions and bend

To justice, to whom judgment and authority belong

همام يَرجى لا سِواهُ وَيَتَقي

وَإِن زادَ أَبناء الرِجال وَإِن عَدّوا

A protector, none but him is hoped for and feared

Though man's sons increase and multiply

لَدَيهِ تَحل المُعضِلات وَتَنجَلي

وَمِن دُونِهِ الإِفضال وَالحَسَب العدُّ

Through him complexities are solved and clarified

Without him grace and merit are counted as naught

لِعُمري لَهُ الكَف الَّتي لا يَصدّها

ملال وَإِن مَلّ الخَزائن وَالوَفد

By my life - his palm cannot be stopped

By wealth, though treasuries and envoys are filled

هُوَ ابن عِماد الدين مِن شاد مربعاً

مِن الفَضل في أَرجائِهِ يَنجَح القَصد

He is the son of Imad al-Din of the firmly constructed

Lineage, from whom the goal is attained in all directions

لَهُ نعم ياوي إِلى ظِلِها المُنا

وَتَسحَب إِذيال الثَراء بِها الرَفد

He has bounties that the eminent flock to

And caravans of wealth trail their skirts

وَعلم بِحار الأَرض دونَ أَقله

وَحلم يَبيد الرغب لَيسَ لَهُ حَدُّ

And knowledge encompassing the seas of the land in their entirety

And wisdom that destroys greed - it has no limit

عَليم إِذا لاحَت ثَواقب فِكرِهِ

يُضيءُ بِها الداجي وَيَتَقد الزِند

Learned - when the meteors of his thoughts appear

They illuminate the gloomy night and kindle tinder

كَأَنَّ لَهُ عَين إِطلاع بِقَلبِهِ

فَسيان ما يَخفى لَدَيهِ وَما يَبدو

As if he has an all-seeing eye in his heart

Hidden and visible are equal before him

تَصَدّى لِنَصر الدين بَعدَ اِنخِذالِهِ

فَرُد عَلى أَعقابِهِ الزَمَن الوَغدُ

He stood for the victory of religion after its humiliation

Restoring the devious times to straightness

وَساس أُمور المُسلِمين وَفضلُهُ

حسام بِهِ هامَ الجَهالة يَنقدُّ

He managed the affairs of Muslims, and his superiority

A sword that severed the neck of ignorance

بِمَن تُشرق الأَيام وَهُوَ ضِياؤُها

فَلَيسَ لَهُ فيها نَظير وَلا نِدُّ

The one by whom days shine, and he is their light

He has no equal or match in them

بِحف بِأَشبال أَبي اللَهِ أَنَّهُ

يَضُمُّ مِن العَليا لِأشباهِها مهد

I swear that he who gathers to his breast

The highborn like fledglings in a nest

ذَخائر لا يَسخو الزَمان بِمِثلِها

ثَلاثة أَمجاد كَأَنَّهُمُ عقد

Treasures the likes of which time does not spend

Three glories as though a necklace

مِن الرَوضة الغَنّاء وَالدَوحة الَّتي

يَهز لَها أَعطافثهُ العِز وَالمَجد

From the verdant garden and the basin where

Glory and might shake their skirts

يَرق بِها خَوط المَحامد يانِعاً

وَيَعبَق مِن نَشر الفَخار بِها الرند

By it the lines of praise flourish

And the bouquet of splendor diffuses its scent

فَلو عَرضت مِنها لرضوان نَفحة

لَما خَطَرت يَوماً بِفكرَتِهِ الخُلد

If a breeze from it reached Ridwan

Eternality would not have occurred to his mind

حَديقة عزّ يُنبت العز دُونَها

وَدَوحة مَجد كُل مَجد لَها وَرد

A garden of might that grows might beyond it

And a basin of glory - all glory is its blossoms

تَحلّ بِها يابن الأَكارم دَعوة

فَقَد أَينَعت فيها المَدائح وَالقُصد

Through it, O son of great souls, comes the call

For in it eulogies have borne fruit, and so has purpose

عَلَيكَ مِن المَجد المُؤَثل لامة

مُضاعَفة التَسبيف مَوضونة سَرد

Upon you, of stacked glory, belongs

Advance bestowal, set down in order

وَلا زِلت مَحروس الجَناب مملكاً

يقام عَلى أَبواب سدّتك المَجد

Still I remain, celebrated sir, a protected king

At whose gates glory has closed