خَفض عَليك فَما الفُؤاد بِسالي
وَقف الدُموع لِدارس الأَطلالِ
My heart is not tranquil over you, so tears stand still for the dweller of ruins
Sense of crying has built up in its yards, our sights from other than it with reason
دِمَنٌ عَلى عَرصاتِها عَقل البُكا
أَبصارُنا عَن غَيرِها بِعقال
Its nights have gone with their splendor after they were a tent of freshness and beauty
And without my patience near me after the separation, nor is my mind focused
ذَهَبَت بِرَونَقِها اللَيالي بَعدَما
كانَت مُخَيم نَضارة وَجَمال
I did not expect before the day they left, that destiny would befall with terms
They left so every brother who loved and was youthful, stood remembering and questioning
وَبَلايَ ما صَبري لَدَيّ بِقاطن
بَعدَ الخَليط وَلا هَوايَ بِبالي
And it was hard to remember for the pacts and injuries, fluttering of the sand grouse and breeze of the myrtles
It preoccupied my heart with futilities since I wore his blood so they are my anklets
ما كُنتُ أَحسَب قَبل يَوم فِراقهم
أَن النَوى ضَرب مِن الآجال
Beauties emerge in the star clusters, and branches appeared in the volumes of traveled mounts
From every alluring doe of the thicket, a gorgeous and deer-like one winks at me
ظَعنوا فَكُلُ أَخي هَوى وَصَبابة
وَقف عَلى التِذكار وَالتَسئال
Whose fairness the youth watered and dressed their mantles in company of coquetry
The glances do not stumble under it unless with whiteness or brownness of gazelles
وَلهان تَذكرُهُ المَعاهد وَالدُمى
وُرق الأَراك وَنَسمة الآصال
The emaciations display flirtation so the doting guardian thinks it is emaciations of boredom
Tell the blamer over craze in passion, “Leave me for you have no part in love and what is mine”
شغل الفُؤاد بِعاطِلات خرَّد
مُذ قَلدت بِدماهُ فَهِيَ جَوالي
That I lean for the beauties with nature, like the son of mynah to bestowals
My master but master of time and one whose traces became examples of examples
يَطلَعنَ في فُلك الحدوج أَهلة
وَغُصون بانَ في مُتون رحال
Abdul Latif, the composer and ink which its remoteness blackened it from forms
To merit, his hands planted orchards so he harvested with it ripe fruits and grand values
مِن كُل مخطفة الحَشا فَتانة
تَرنو بِعَيني جُؤذر وَغَزال
This whom without his sublimity, our times would not be blessed fortuity
This whom clouds of his palm give on the day of bestowal with pouring heavy rain
رود سَقاها الحُسن ماء شَبيبة
وَكَسا مَعاطفها برود دَلال
He takes pains and merits making gear, and protection for honor not for money
How much verses of piety were written on the cheek of the fool from proof and example
لا تَعثر اللَحظات دون كناسها
إِلّا بِبيض أَو بِسُمر عَوالي
No breeze in the two valleys if it blew among gardens in a night of trains
Hypocrisy spent the night maybe towards life until it became aromatic from the mounts
تُبدي الصُدود تَلاعُباً فَيظنهُ
مِن جَهلِهِ الواشي صُدود مَلال
A day with most fragrant of his traits which pour out generosity and beauty of morals
O son of the most righteous, the emaciation of poverty was not but they are its shadiest shadows
قُل لِلعذول عَلى الغِواية في الهَوى
دَعني فَمالك في الغَرام وَمالي
With your arrival, Damascus cheered and its spaces turned narrow valleys to burdens
And with you days became full moons after their joy erased with erasing crescent
أَني لَأَصبوا لِلحسان سَجية
مثل اِبن مِنقار إِلى الإِفضال
And time’s sullen face smiled and breezes of blessing opened flower of hopes
By God if it were not for generosity of your glory in the world, there would not be attainable bestowal
مَولايَ بَل مَولى الزَمان وَمَن غَدَت
آثارُهُ مَثَلاً مِن الأَمثال
عَبد اللَطيف النَدب وَالحبر الَّذي
أَقصاهُ سوددهُ عَن الأَشكال
لِلفَضل قَد غَرَسَت يَداهُ مَغارِساً
فَجَنى بِها ثَمَري عَلاً وَمَعالي
هَذا الَّذي لَولا عُلاهُ لَم تَكُن
أَوقاتُنا مَيمونة الإِقبال
هَذا الَّذي تَذري سَحائب كَفِهِ
يَوم النَوال بِعارض هطال
تَخذ المَساعي وَالفَضائل عدّة
وَصِيانة لِلعَرض لا لِلمال
كَم لِلغَبي عَلى أُسرَّة وَجهِهِ
كُتب التُقى مِن شاهد وَمِثال
ما نسمة بِالواديين إِذا سَرَت
بَينَ الرِياض بِلَيلة الأَذيال
ريّاءُ باتَ لَعَلَها صَوب الحَيا
حَتّى اِغتَدَت نَشوى مِن الجريال
يَوماً بِأَطيب مِن خَلائِقِهِ الَّتي
تَفتَرُّ عَن كَرم وَحُسن خلال
يابن الأَولى ما كانَ قَيظ نَحوفة
إِلّا وَكانوا هُم أَتَم ظَلال
بِقِدومك اِبتَهَجَت دِمَشق وَبَدَلَت
أَرجاؤُها الأَمراع بِالأَمحال
وَغَدَت بِكَ الأَيّام بَدراً بَعدَما
مَحقت بَشاشَتها محاق هِلال
وَتَبَسم الزَمَن العَبوس وَفَتَحَت
نَسَماتُ بَرك زَهرةَ الآمال
تَاللَهِ لَولا جود مَجدك في الوَرى
ما كانَ في الدُنيا مَنال نَوال
